1 posted on
09/03/2016 8:51:24 AM PDT by
wgflyer
To: wgflyer
What a sweet break from boredom!
2 posted on
09/03/2016 8:57:19 AM PDT by
madison10
(#OnlyTrump #NeverHillary)
To: wgflyer
A most excellent adventure, indeed.
Now you know that is a 'honey-hole' !
3 posted on
09/03/2016 8:57:40 AM PDT by
Tilted Irish Kilt
( British historian Arnold Toynbee - Civilisations die from suicide, not by murder.)
To: wgflyer
you have a nice way with words.
4 posted on
09/03/2016 8:58:12 AM PDT by
stylin19a
To: wgflyer
5 posted on
09/03/2016 9:15:38 AM PDT by
Vendome
(Don't take life so seriously-you won't live through it anyway - "Enjoy Yourself" ala Louis Prima)
To: wgflyer
I had been fly fishing for a few hours on the Salmon River with friends while wearing chest waders.
It was getting time for me to leave, and so I headed for shore, but no one told me about the sunken log between me and the shoreline.
I fell forward over the sunken log and felt the fall chilled water go down my back, but I hadn't worn a safety belt near the top of the waders, and the water just poured in.
I regained my composure, regained my voice control, and moved downstream another 10 feet to get to shore, and whoops, there was that tree again, and got another dunking.
More cold water down the front and backside.
With my head remaining above the waterline, and to the howels of my friends, I fell forward again, for the third time over the same tree.
That danged tree had to be 40 feet long, and so I tried to climb over it, but my chest waders were filled with cold water, and I could barely lift my leg over that sunken tree.
Now I was cold, wet, p#8$%sed and the source of much laughter, as the other friends(?) had fished that hole before and knew exactly where the sunken tree was located.
My waders were so full of cold water that I couldn't get up the slippery mud lined shore, so I had to crawl to shore on all fours.
I had so much cold water in the waders that I couldn't even stand and walk, so I layed down on my back on the shore, and lifted my boots so that the cold water could exit ..
again down my back, and out of the waders .
I now had an hour and a half cold , damp drive home after I had gotten the waders off; needless to say, the PU truck heater was on high all the way home.
Nowadays, I river flyfish with a walking staff, a chest wader safety belt, and haven't been fly fishing with those friends (?), now acquaintances, since.
6 posted on
09/03/2016 9:24:38 AM PDT by
Tilted Irish Kilt
( British historian Arnold Toynbee - Civilisations die from suicide, not by murder.)
To: wgflyer
To: wgflyer
"T'ain't nuttin wrong with being retired!"
You got that right!!!!
9 posted on
09/03/2016 10:22:21 AM PDT by
wmileo
To: wgflyer
Something tells me you will do fine enjoying retirement.
I lost a good bass lure when I was 11 or 12 years old and decided to wade into the pond barefoot. Which was rewarded with 8 stitches to the bottom of my foot. Very painful getting those stitches.
To: wgflyer
Nice report. It’s good you have free time, you are putting it to good use.
11 posted on
09/03/2016 10:57:23 AM PDT by
Defiant
(The Koran is the Mohammunist Manifesto.)
To: wgflyer
Thanks for posting. Reminds me of rushing home from work, changing clothes, getting all the gear ready, loading up the beer cooler, and heading out to the pond I called "number two" (because there were three on the property where I was living). The owner had asked me to "fish it out," because he was afraid that the mature largemouth bass would not allow the little ones to grow. I mean, can life be any more perfect?
I'd launch the rowboat, carefully and with great effort, because I didn't want to "wake" the bass up. Life was perfect. The water was still, and the scene was idyllic. Nature abounded.
Then I would realize that the beer was gone, the sun was down, and I had not made a single cast.
12 posted on
09/03/2016 11:32:58 AM PDT by
1rudeboy
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