Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Fly Fishing and PON FARR......

            Hello All, this is Cat writing to you today. As many of you know, despite the coolness fly fishing has added to my reputation, deep down I am a super nerd. Below you will find a sci-fi tale with a fly fishing moral. I hope you enjoy!

            Earth dwellers called the alien planet Rivora.  Hidden behind the dark side of Mars, it existed undetected until the year 2018. From the moment the first astronauts set foot on Rivora, the human race knew they had found a new home. The flora, fauna, and even the people on this new planet mirrored earth in most ways. Most ways, however, is very far from being similar in every way.
            After completing the first three month mission to Rivora most the astronauts were excited to return to Earth and report all of their findings to the scientists back home. The flight engineer, BillyBob, wanted to stay behind. He loved discovering new things on Rivora and to be honest didn’t have any friends back on Earth. BillyBob did find a very good friend on Rivora named Trouvis. The two were buds from the time they met. They played together, they hungout, and were virtually inseparable. Trouvis loved hearing stories from Earth and BillyBob loved exploring with his new friend.
            For several months the new friendship went swimmingly but then something changed. One night, BillyBob, knocked on Trouvis door, pizza in hand and smile on lip. It took Trouvis longer than normal to answer the door. “Dude, answer the door. I found the best pizza place. You’ve got to grub down on this,” BillyBob shouted. When Trouvis answered the door he wasn’t baring the same big grin as his friend. In fact, he looked annoyed to see BillyBob. “I’m getting ready for a date. I think I am going to pass,” Trouvis said. BillyBob was confused. His friend had never canceled on him before. Not only that but he had never even heard Trouvis mention a girl he was interested in. He was definitely dressed for something though. Normally clothed in earthy tones, Trouvis was head to toe in bold bright colors. His eyes darted back and forth nervously peeking around BillyBob’s body filling the doorway.
            “Well, when is your date?” BillyBob asked.
            “I don’t know. Whenever she shows up, but I have to be ready.”
            “Are we talking two hours or five, or what?”
            BillyBob fell speechless when Trouvis told him it might be weeks. BillyBob grew angry as he walked back to his rental car. He was on an alien planet and had exactly one friend. He wanted to spend time with him. He wanted to be entertained and for some reason his friend was blowing him off for weeks. Which for Bob meant weeks of isolation. For a chick? Back in his car, still holding his pizza, Bob got pissed. This was ridiculous. A few minutes later and Bob was back pounding on Trouvis’ door.
            “WHAT!? Trouvis screamed as he swung the door open, almost hitting Bob in its path. Bob wanted to yell at his friend, but instead he tempted him . Trouvis loved pizza, and knowing this Bob flipped open the box. Trouvis’ stomach growled as he stared down at the melted cheese. “I can’t. What if she shows, up,” Trouvis was arguing more with his hunger than with Bob at this point. His hand reached out and he grabbed a slice as Bob pushed his way inside. Only a few bites in and Trouvis began puking into the toilet. Either it was an allergy or food poisoning or perhaps Trouvis simply shouldn’t have been eating while waiting for a date. Either way, Bob, the ever devoted and pushy friend, stayed by his side all night.
            In the morning a knock came at the door. Bob answered it and found a beautiful woman dressed in the same vibrant colors Trouvis had been wearing. She shrieked at the sight of Bob and ran back to her car. He tried to stop her, but she was gone. Trouvis, hearing the commotion, joined Bob outside.
“Sorry, Dude, don’t know what happened. Was that your date?” Bob asked. Trouvis fell to his knees and wept openly and as he cried he explained, “You weren’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to give her my full attention. That’s it. It is over. I will never get to spend time with her and I might NEVER have a child!”
Come to find out the people of Rivora and Earth were indeed NOT exactly alike.  In Fact, they were more like Vulcans. Reproduction only came once a year for them. Not only that, but the situation had to be perfect for children to be reproduced. Bob had blown it for Trouvis. He had deprived his friend of a blissful encounter and to pass down his DNA. As you can imagine the story got out. Every newspaper ran the headline, ALIEN PREVENTS FRIEND FROM A NIGHT OF PLEASURE AND CHILDREN.  Bob and Trouvis’ friendship never recovered and Bob became an outcast. None of the other residents wanted to be friend someone who would be so selfish as to spoil a man’s one night a year to make whoopy. It took years for another Earth ship to return to Rivora and for years Bob was miserable.

            Here is the moral of the story; DON’T get in the way of love and romance even by accident. DON’T be Bob. Redds are popping up all over the river. Our wonderful trout friends are desperately trying to reproduce. It is in my humble opinion that we should let them do this in peace and feed our “pizza” to all the other finned friends not trying to bring a new generation to the water. Thanks for indulging me in a little story and as always Cat, Connell, Winston, Rivora, and The Drift Fly Shop thank you for 

In case you were wondering, I grabbed a few pics of Redds today so please do your best to avoid. If you have any more questions, feel free to catch us and ask at the shop.

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