This morning, I think I was drunk while I was fishing, even though I don't remember drinking. It's the only explanation for my morning.
I woke up at 6:30 and headed out to the river. I arrived, got my stuff on, and began getting my pole ready. That's where it went down hill. It took me four times to feed the line through the guides. I finally got that done and make it to the river.
Fifty yards into the river I fell, and was covered in mud. I started casting a crayfish fly into a calm pool next to some rapids when my fly got caught on a log. Having just lost a fly yesterday I was having nothing of it. Took my vest off and swam out into the river, and successfully retrieved my fly.
Made my way up the river when suddenly I have to go to the bathroom. This is a little personal but it adds to the story. I didn't care, I was determined to catch a fish. I made it an hour or so when I knew I was at my breaking point and had to head home.
Start to crawl up the bank and out of the river when I slipped and fell. Cut my knees up and the hook from the fly, which is attached to the hook point on the pole, completely goes through the web of my hand. It takes me six attempts to pull it out. Cutting my hand open and creating a 90 degree bend in the hook of my streamer.
Thank heavens I finally made it home. And the good news is I never even caught a fish....I'm headed back this afternoon to try again. Thanks for letting me vent.
I woke up at 6:30 and headed out to the river. I arrived, got my stuff on, and began getting my pole ready. That's where it went down hill. It took me four times to feed the line through the guides. I finally got that done and make it to the river.
Fifty yards into the river I fell, and was covered in mud. I started casting a crayfish fly into a calm pool next to some rapids when my fly got caught on a log. Having just lost a fly yesterday I was having nothing of it. Took my vest off and swam out into the river, and successfully retrieved my fly.
Made my way up the river when suddenly I have to go to the bathroom. This is a little personal but it adds to the story. I didn't care, I was determined to catch a fish. I made it an hour or so when I knew I was at my breaking point and had to head home.
Start to crawl up the bank and out of the river when I slipped and fell. Cut my knees up and the hook from the fly, which is attached to the hook point on the pole, completely goes through the web of my hand. It takes me six attempts to pull it out. Cutting my hand open and creating a 90 degree bend in the hook of my streamer.
Thank heavens I finally made it home. And the good news is I never even caught a fish....I'm headed back this afternoon to try again. Thanks for letting me vent.
