Sunglasses are one of those items I remember just after a gust of wind brings the weighted 2/0 Muddler on a collision course for my nose. I wear them, but at this late stage of my physical decline, the glasses that let me see the fly take precedence.
For the angling fashionista, sunglasses are a way to leave $500 on the roof of a car, and determines your placeĀ among the preening dilettantes at the parking area.
I’d call it an “angling pocket protector” as it’s liable to make you a source of envy and ensure you’re banned from any Apres-fishing social scene.
Hell no it’s not useful, and might ensure you float head down in your waders, but imagine the raw power that comes of knowing you could replace a timing chain or perform dental surgery while wading.
Heady stuff, you let me know how them “rose tinted glasses” make out..
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It would appear you are sufferin from post traumatic fishless trip disorder. The obvious result of your high powered rifle hatch experience. You can’t comb the internet looking for McGyver solutions. Put down the glasses. Step away from the table. The Lil Stinking loves you if the Unexploded Ordinance Reservoir does not.
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