Gravitational Recycling wins, I beat a hasty retreat
By KBarton10 on Nov 1, 2008 in Brownlining, Fly Fishing
Clearly I got the trick rather than the treat. It’s been raining steady all weekend which has forced me to double up on the coffee and fly tying ration. In a fit of rebellion, I figured getting wet was no big thing – I’m more comfortable with a leg full of water than dry.
The Bridge Pool beckoned, and with the rain and breeze I assumed I wouldn’t have to crouch behind the abutment while Carp finned lazily giving me the finger…
Instead Humanity saw to that.
I like a goat burrito as well as the next fellow, but enriching the watershed with 400 pounds of skins, hooves, entrails, and viscera, is hardly green.
Sure, it’s recycling – but you don’t call it that when the wind shifts.
Right about then a couple of kids open up with belt fed .22′s – and I realized I was really behind on my flytying.
Igneous Rock | Nov 1, 2008 | Reply
Did I mention that I make and sell gillie suits.
In fact, I have a wide variety of camoflage options avalible to the brownwater fisher who’s private property tresspass skills require stealth or agressive evasion tactics. Do you feel naked and exposed during a high powered rifle hatch? You can clear the parking lot as a Swamp-thing lookalike. Message Igneous Rock…you can’t argue with stone.
KBarton10 | Nov 1, 2008 | Reply
So I don the ghillie suit then roll in Goat guts? That’s announcing your presence with authority.
A. Wannabe Travelwriter | Nov 1, 2008 | Reply
What is it with you and fishing that seems to attract gunplay?
KBarton10 | Nov 1, 2008 | Reply
Just far enough away from civilzation so the cops don’t come, and not far enough away so that every kid with a Two Gun Kid fantasy feels obligated to ventilate landscape.
I figure one day I’ll round the bend and there’ll be a couple Great Blue Herons in a ferocious gunbattle with the Kid.
I’ll skin the survivor.
Jean-Paul Lipton | Nov 2, 2008 | Reply
pussy.