With the intent of offering a cup of encouragement during what can for many fly fisher folk be trying times during the holidays, here’s a quick followup to a tale we started to tell last Friday.
Fire Girl Jess and I had sprinted up to Castle Rock, Colorado from Austin last Thursday (little over 900 miles, 14 hours or so, only two hours of snow) for a business meeting of sorts on Friday. Friday morning we were notified that our meeting counterpart was probably passing a gall stone and possibly suffering from the onset of cholangitis. We deliberated and figured that shit happens and we’d go fishing.
Gearing up to fish later that morning our meeting counterpart gamely notified us that she was still able to walk and talk. The meeting was on and ran until the late side of mid-afternoon.
Yep, it was damned productive.
Yep, our meeting counterpart headed for the hospital right after the meeting. (She’s fine by current report.)
And yep, we grabbed the Gazeteer, blue-lined some small water on the way out and met with another resident of the Centennial State briefly. From the look of the lips above, this guy’s met a fly fishermen or two before.
Today’s point of encouragement: no matter what your plans for the next few weeks, no matter many mindless meetings on your schedule or dunder-headed relatives you’re going to see, always be ready to fish.
You just never know when you’ll get the chance.
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