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Was it the Fudo that Helped Get us Here…

Three weeks ago we rented this new house, getting us out of a slum lord situation and the shit hole we were renting from him.

My wife has heard me talk about Fudo’s in the past, but being a non-believer in damn near everything, I think she just humored me.

A couple of months ago I hung a Fudo outside the door of the shit hole. We had been struggling to find a place to move and nothing was coming our way. Within 3 weeks of hanging that Fudo, we found the place we just moved into.

It feels good here, like a home.

In the picture, if you look, you’ll find the Fudo. The wife insisted that it hang prominently centered on the front porch. I’ve mentioned moving it elsewhere, but she insists that it stays where it is. As she says… it found us this place, it stays put.

Robin, if you’re reading this, I read everything you put up, I just don’t participate much anymore. But if it weren’t for you and your site, Rusty Ring, it makes me wonder if I would have wound up here, now, with a happy wife. All because of a Fudo… or so she says.

So, How did I get Here? – Rusty Ring

It starts out innocently enough.

I go over to Outdoor Blogger Network, look at the list of Newest Blogs and if I see a name that sounds intriguing, I click on it.

Same goes for the Community News.

I guess that’s a hint to other bloggers.

If I like what I see, I bookmark it. I’ll go back to it periodically and if I continue to like it, I add it to my blogroll. It can take weeks to get to that point.

While I’m on other blogs I’ll scan down their blogroll. If I see something that sounds interesting (there’s that hint to bloggers again) I’ll click on it and follow the same routine. Eventually I forget where I saw things the first time. Luckily I bookmarked it because I would probably never remember it or find it again.

That’s how I came across Rusty Ring – Reflections of an old-timey hermit.

I was liking that already.

Then, at the very top left corner, Robin had his About Me:

I devoted my life to Zen practise many years ago. Unfortunately the “Work” menu here does not include “Monk,” and I’ve learned to distrust the word “Religion,” so this will have to do.

I knew at this point that this blog was something I wanted to follow.

The other day a new post went up: Hermitcraft: Fudos, Part 1

In the post, he explains it:

What is a fudo?

The small-f fudo is a sanctuary object. It reminds us that we are not alone, that others are also looking for the way out, and that together we will find it. Fudos create mindful space. When one is hung on a tree, fence, or other structure, it alerts seekers that one of their own has passed that way, and the spot becomes a sanctuary, a place of rest and encouragement. Think of it as Kilroy for hermits.

I loved the whole idea behind this.

Since I started fishing, even though I touch upon the mechanics of fishing, I’m about being out there, the experience. For those that followed along with me for the past 15 years, they know that when I give away some of my spots, they’ll not only have a good fishing spot, but I’m also showing them a sanctuary, a place of rest and encouragement. There’s also a good chance it’s one of the most beautiful looking spots in that stretch of a river or creek.

I ran this past my friend Bob Long, Jr. He has developed a very Zen approach to his life in the last few years. His response:

Hanging fudos out along the Fox River in those various places would be wonderful. Most wouldn’t get it, but they don’t have to for the Zen invoked to be effective. And for the spirit of the fudo and the hanger to be in force. 

I have drawers full of washers in my tool box. I’ll have to keep an eye out while wandering to find the one’s Robin describes:

The more abused the ring, the stronger it is. I collect mine from junkyards, roadsides, and beaches, to ensure that everyone I give one to gets a full arsenal of arse-kicking contempt for their particular hell.

I know where lots of abandoned farms and farm equipment is just laying around out in the woods. I should be able to get quite a few of these abused rings.

It looks like the cords by which they are hung play an important part in this. I kind of get what Robin is talking about in this post, but it seems like the knot also plays an important role. Then there’s the strands that hang down. I’m hoping and assuming these will get covered in Part 2.

I’m looking forward to doing this in the coming year. I’m already being referred to by some people as a ghost on the river. I fish alone 99 percent of the time and it’s rare that I run into anyone. I already know where I’ll be putting quite a few of these. I already know who has the possibility of finding one.

When they do, I hope they take the time to look around. There’s going to be a very good reason for their location.