I figure this is a larger lesson for society. The hubbub over perfumed and coifed Wall Streeters gambling with everyone’s 401K is moot for us outdoorsy types. As fishermen we knew whether tarred with the 1% label or granted membership in the other 99%, we’d land on our feet regardless of new economics …
Two Rafters, One Fisherman, whose instincts are akin to a predatory cat, never ruffled, never hurried, aware of everything and its consequences …
Guess which is the fly fisherman. No hint necessary as it should be that obvious …
Hey, careful, man, there’s a beverage here!
Guinness? That’s worth holding on to!
In case of actual or potential foundering:
Step 1: Secure Beer
Step 2: Ensure Beer doesn’t go under water
Step 3: If possible, keep head above water.
Step 4: Hold breath until one can get to a place where you can safely consume the beer.
Step 5: Become available for rescue.
Step 6: Now that we’re out of beer, it’s a life threatening calamity.
“Carefull man! I’ve got a beverage here!”
That’s why they invented those CamelBak’s.
You didn’t think I was packing water in there, did you?
Silly boy.