I feel warn. Some people say that the water will begin to burn if you don't wash it off soon enough. Some have said that the tingling can start within minutes of entering. Still, I feel that people who wear waders in this river are not to be trusted.
The sun had just started to push yellowly at the metal blinds in the living room. He handed me a cup of coffee.
I needed the coffee. Not because I like coffee. I don't like coffee. It makes me twitchy but I needed to take a shit before we left the house. It is easier to drink coffee for that purpose with some sugar.
He slurped loudly and the sound was somehow reassuring. Someone creaked the ceiling barefoot from above.
His car is clean. He just had it detailed and even picked all the french fries out from under the seat that flew out of the bag that I was put in charge of securing. There is a giant oversized Humphrey Bogart Plus dure sera la chute poster on the wall in the living room that I almost don't even notice anymore.
You see, there is this plant material that is floating down the river all the time. It is floating down right now. I can hear it silently pissing me off. When your line lands on the surface of the water, this material will slide down the leader as it sinks and become stuck on your fly. The carp, which are for the most part not interested in what you have going on anyways, will be less interested in what you have going on when it is covered in salad. I didn't catch a fish. I am not using the salad as an excuse, just pointing it out as a new development in my DSP carp chronicles.
We were going fishing. We did. It was much of the same.
Some people don't care about salad. Some people are professionals. Some people are winners.
|Will Rice and Clint Packo. Winners.|