When I started 2010, I listed two goals in my Fly Fishing category of life. The first goal was to be nicer, or sweet, or at least cordial to any White Fish I might discover at the end of my fly line. So far, I’m still rockin’ a 100% success rate of accomplishment in that department. Not a single cuss word has flown at the fish who used to mutilate my flies, mainly because I haven’t caught a single Whitefish this year. HA! Hahaha…It must be karma. Last year, the more I spit and cussed at the Whitefish, the more I seemed to catch them. The minute I decided to be a kind angler who might enjoy discarding flies just for the pleasure of catching some circle lips, the Whitefish decided I wouldn’t be fun to screw with anymore.
My second goal for 2010 was to be more sociable, get out of my solitary bubble and throw flies with other Fly Fishing anglers. So far, I’ve been at a 0% success rate on that goal, but tomorrow that finally changes. For the first time, I’ll be meeting up with someone I connected with from the online fishing community. Joe a.k.a Wolfy from the blog Flowing Waters is making a pit stop in my hometown and I’m on cue to show him some local fisheries for a few days.
Now, I’m not at all nervous about meeting Joe. I feel so comfortable and positive about meeting Joe that I won’t even be hiding a pistol in my Fly Bag! However, I am feeling nervous about what the next two days might bring. I think it goes back to the principle of my first paragraph. Now that I’m finally meeting someone in person (good) I have a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach that the fish might be assholes about the whole thing (bad) — It’s that goal oriented Karma thing again.
I can’t help but wonder, what the hell am I going to do if the fish magically disappear for two days? I haven’t been skunked since early Spring and in my personal opinion, the next two days would be a bad time to revisit that smell. Bad for the rep and tour guide status…Thankfully, the fish schedule has us tackling one challenging river and then the Middle Fork of the Boise River. A river that if I did get skunked on I’d probably sell my Fly Rods and take up noodling for Whitefish with my pinkie.
I suppose, if I let my mind wander this direction, there are worse things than a skunking. I could crumble into a pile of performance pressure and pierce my eyebrow with a Zebra midge on my first cast. Or…I could slip on a rock while wading and go floating by Joe shouting out my last regards to life. Additionally, there’s always the threat of rattlesnake bite. I’ve been half expecting a good chomp to my ankle over the years and the next two days would make for interesting, if not dramatic, timing. Ohhh….and a bear visit would certainly overshadow a skunking. That would be a cool test of Joe and my own running in waders abilities and if we lived, would surely laugh about later.
So many possibilities, especially when you have an overactive imagination! I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what the next two days bring. I’m excited, nervous, and ready to see what the Fish Gawds have in mind for us. Stay tuned…