This past week I’ve learned that a cell signal can be had at 9,000 feet — if
you’re in a clearing and there happens to be a hot springs resort within 20
miles of your location, that is.
reading in the upper left corner of my phone’s screen, I’m gonna know what the
dollar looks like against the pound, I’m gonna know if gold’s trending, and I’m
gonna know how U.S. utility stocks are reacting to Japan’s latest stimulus
package (yep, there’s potential correlation there).
business is a 24/7 365 affair if your clients aren’t friends you have no
friends]) for staying connected when I’m supposed to be otherwise. But (I pinch
myself) I absolutely love what I do! Me not checking the dollar, or futures,
when I have a signal is like an avid golfer not golfing when he finds himself
at the first tee box after having paid the green fee. Or, for me, it’s like
standing in the middle of the upper San Joaquin River, rod in hand, a number 12
green woollybugger at the end of my 6x tippet and not casting into the crystal
clear pool above my feet (if that jargon makes sense to you, shoot me an email
and you and I can share fish pics
elevations where the air is thin seems
to conjure up a whole different perspective versus when I’m near sea level,
sitting at my desk, staring into 27” monitors, wearing shiny black shoes, with plenty of oxygen to breathe. In
fact, I find that in the silence and beauty of nature (or on the 4-wheel drive
road getting there) market metaphors abound.
vehicle on a single lane, crazy-twisty, rock and pothole infested road that
meanders along the side of one of those don’t-look-down cliffs I feel much more
secure than when I’m white-knuckling it all by my lonesome. Why? Because —
I’m ashamed to say — I know that if there’s one of those crazy jeepsters
barreling down from the other direction, the poor soul in front of me is going
to…. well, Yikes!!… instead of yours truly. Please know that I would never wait along the road for someone to take
the lead for that purpose, it’s just one of those realities of high mountain roads.
But, you know, I’ve noticed that when I don’t feel the security of others on
the road to my destined trout stream; when, in fact, I encounter nary a single
vehicle in either direction, when it’s scary treacherous, when it appears that
only the most foolish flyfisher would find himself on such a journey I
virtually always catch more and bigger fish.
with sandy banks that were entirely void of human foot prints. And, yes, the
results were incredible!
to me that following the crowd in investing is like following a caravan of
jeeps down a twisty single-lane road. You think if everyone’s doing it, it must be
safe, it must be profitable; or else everyone wouldn’t be doing it. When, in reality, folks always crowd
where the fishing was good,
not necessarily where it is good.
Hence my commentaries leading up to the latest rally: You’ll recall that I
showed you what little bullishness there had been among individual investors
and how actively managed mutual funds had been overweight cash and bonds, and
underweight U.S. equities. I.e., everyone seemed to be staying off the stock
market road. And here we are, at fresh new highs!
well — per my video from two weeks ago. By and large investing outside the
U.S. has been relatively out of favor for quite some time —
as the road has been battered by relentless storms (think European debt crisis,
Brexit, China currency and economic concerns, Brazil’s populist politics and,
thus, disaster of an economy, etc.) and appears to the crowd to be too risky to attempt — which,
therefore, has allowed opportunities in those uncomfortable places to grow ever larger. So then, if we can emotionally
survive the twists, turns and turbulence that have kept most folks on smoother
pavement these past few years, I believe our odds (no guarantees of course) of coaxing above average
returns into our portfolios will improve exponentially.