|Royal Coachman (The Fly Shack)|
Fidget. I write an email to a friend, mentioning that I am truly in editorial mode today.
But instead I walk ten minutes up into the national forest to check a scout camera. It has thirteen images, but I have forgotten to bring a new data card to swap. Looking around, I see fresh turkey droppings.
And on the way home, I hear a turkey gobbling right up where I took Fisher on his walk this morning.
Fidget. Internet. Nap. M. comes back from a trip to the grocery store, and I tell her that since her Jeep's engine is warm, I would like to borrow it and go fishing.
Not far, just up the canyon, where I park and put a new leader on the 5-weight line. A package of tippet material in my vest says "Best used by November 2002."
Does that mean
- that I don't fish enough?
- that "use by" dates are meaningless on fishing gear?
- that I buy more supplies than I need, forgetting what I have?
- all of the above?
At least they are back, after nearly being lost to drought. The beaver ponds, I think, act as refugee camps when the creek goes dry, but the trout do not get very big.
So I feel better now. Maybe I can start that paper after supper.