I grow rather fond of my fishing gear, irrationally so…
I have lucky flies, lucky hats, lucky shirts, lucky fly bags and lucky fly rods. I’m not sure if these things are actually lucky, but I grow attached to my gear. We — meaning myself and my gear — bond during time together on the water, collecting memories as we go.
I’m a sentimental fool that way.
I’ve been piling up gear for a trip to Yellowstone next week and I can’t find my lucky Sage visor which is (of course) the only hat I wanted to take.
If I give into my superstitious nature, I’d say this indicates some type of bad omen. A premonition of bad juju that will occur on the trip.
The lead voodoo consequence playing through my mind currently:
Missing Lucky Sage Visor = I’m Grizzly Bear Bait for sure.
(Remember that prediction if I become a Grizzly Bear attack headline!)
For the life of me I can’t remember the exact location I last wore this specific hat. So if any of you are wandering the waters in Idaho, Oregon, Canada, or Montana and spot a lonely Sage visor on the banks, grab it for me.
If I survive Yellowstone without a Grizzly attack, we’ll set up a reunion.