You get one of my rants on this. There is something about
the fall that just does not work for me. This is the second
year in a row that something has come up to blow two
weekends of fishing for me. Even with my change in schedule
this year the two weekends and the time between are gone. Last
year it was a bladder infection that got me. It seems that I am getting
so old and cranky that those sorts of things can happen to me. My
personal physician told me it was because of my age that his happened.
He took so much joy in telling me this that I reminded him that he was
in my slip stream. After a few more comments we got down to what
needed to be done for that. Bottom line was antibiotics to cure the
infection, but a side effect was that I had to stay out of the sun as I
would be very photosensitive. Trust me that this was true.
This year it was a different scenario. The brakes went out on
the truck. The breaks got mushy and when I looked under the
back I could see the liquid dropping down from the line. Like
me the truck is getting old and needs parts to be fixed and replaced.
We found that on Saturday morning before I was going to head out
to go fishing. My wife told me to check as she felt the brakes were
That meant that there was no fishing over the Labor Day weekend.
For an addicted (fanatic in my beloved's terms) this was a disaster.
We took it into the mechanic on Tuesday. We did not expect it to
get fixed really fast as it was not on the schedule. On Wednesday
the mechanic called us up and told us that the rear springs were
also broken on both sides. He told us that they were getting ready
to slip out of the holders and cause some big problems.
I am such a great mechanic that this is all that I understood. I am
like Bill Cosby is, I know where gas and oil go. Beyond that it is
time to take it in and get it fixed.
Well it was not done on Friday. That means that it will be next
week before I get the truck back and can get to a pond. I know
that there is a time period where I cannot fish in this part of the
world. I am still a little miffed that my sinking fly line does not go
through the ice. It is supposed to sink, isn't it?
So it will be nearly two weeks again before I can get back out
on the water. My mantra is right now is, "I am not cranky!" "I am
not cranky!" "I am not cranky!" "I am not cranky!"
The response is "Wanna bet?"
Hope you have better luck getting out on the water. ~ Rick (written 09/08/08)