I'm not particularly the most religious man but if a bearded fellow wearing a robe was making a large arc-like structure across my fence line this past summer I probably would have gone over and picked up a nail gun. A Montana fly fishing guide in the above photo said “its a good summer for swimming!” My trip to Montana proved redeeming especially during hopper season. Sam stayed in the nether region and fished around West Virginia with some frustrating end of the season grumbling. The slogan “adversity introduces a man to himself” comes to mind. I was reminded of this reading one of Clint Bova's “shop notes” blog entries. He seems to have the right reflections on the summer of 2013. It was a lot like a cat and mouse circumstance, and the cat sometimes mistook his tail for a mouse. There was a boat load of rainfall, lets just call a spade a spade. There were no limitations of where you could get your line wet, all you had to do was step outside the door. The only requirement was that you had to have a life preserver and have the US Coast Guard on your speed dial!
I have not quite taken up golf yet but did go to a putt putt golf course outside of Charleston in the fall. Could not get the ball in the fishes mouth, subtle divine intervention needless to say. The spring of 2014 could break the bank....why?, I may have to invest in a very large fish tank stocked with native trout and a concession stand with a sign that reads “fish by the hour no life preserver needed”
Dave
