You can guess what happened next. I explained the money situation (lack of it). They understood and explained they have this machine just for people like me. It takes plastic and turns it into money, as soon as the bank gives them the cash from your account. From what I can tell those credit card machines are nearly perfect. If only they didn't also create proof of the transgression, now I have "some splainin to do"! Meet the proud new owner of a Clearwater 6 wt and debt. Hi, I'm Drew, and I have an addiction. You say, nice to meet you Drew...b/c you're at the meeting.
|1st fish on the 6wt ate a streamer|
|From Jan. Borrowed CW but should have borrowed a net...lost mine in the river that day and later found it...weird|
|New Access on my TFO|
It was a weird day. That's the best way to describe it. It started when a car pulled into the dark and empty parking lot at 3:30 am. I positioned myself on the passenger side of my truck...keeping the truck between me and whoever was stopped on the other side. And then I slowly moved off into the darkness of the trees. Then a person started calling out for, "the guy behind the truck" and flashing their spot light around the area. When I realized what was going on I re-emerged and asked him not to shot me, explaining I had just bought a new fly rod and my wife would "literally" kill me if I had to replace these waders. After a short conversation (remember I was wearing waders and there was a 12 ft kayak sitting halfway off the truck rack). I thanked him for stopping and checking the parking lot. Great to know he's in the area!
On the water at 4:30 am slinging the 6 wt with something black attached to the end. Must have appeared to be some sort of fish eating bacteria b/c nothing wanted to touch that streamer. No problem, I start early so I can get to those spots that the boaters will beat me to if I wait until the sun is out.
Everything was going as planned. Get to a good spot and waded out. I notice the little birds don't have any place to live. I do my best to build them a nest with my leader, strike indicator, and 3 fly set-up. As I'm working on the finishing touches to their new home. I hear a boat coming up behind me. It's carrying 2 men and judging by their appearance they look like they know what they are doing. I gave a wave and as expected they slowly pass behind me. At this point I focus back on the building project expecting the sound of the jet to fade in the distance. But the sound of the jet doesn't fade. Rather, it's not moving away from me at all...and actually appeared to be getting closer. Are these 2 guys anchoring 10 ft away? Are they beaching and wading? Decided I better check on them. Just about that time I hear a voice and the words, "look out, my jets clogged with moss". Your what is who?
As a kayaker, I've thought about getting run over in my kayak. It's always a possibility. I have never considered it might happen while I was wadding. The boat drifted back into me...a fully loaded boat and gear being carried down river by the current is a load to stop. Technically I wasn't run over and no one was hurt, except they killed the shoal I had spent over an hour paddling to. Initially I was annoyed, surprised! Oddly, after talking with those guys I later laughed about it. I saw them a few other times and they were always respectful, telling me which direction they were heading and always giving me plenty of space.