In the addiction recovery circles they call
it a slip, which basically means that the afflicted falls to the temptation and
jumps in with both feet to whatever addiction they are dealing with. For the
readers that are not aware, I suffer from a fly fishing addiction that manifests
itself in serious tendonitis of my wrist. I know, it is a good problem to have.
Hehe .Most years as the Spring turns to Summer the rivers explode and keep me
from fishing them from the last half of May and all of June and my wrist is
able to have the rest that it needs for our Taylor trip that we always take
right around the 4th of July. During that time I normally only fish
my pontoon boat with my rod and reel set up left handed. Normally problem solved
and fresh and ready for the Taylor.
Not this year……
The river this early summer has been in
magnificent condition and fishing has been off the hook (pun intended, if you
have fished it lately you know why). I decided mid June that I would hop on the
wagon until the Taylor trip. Like most addiction stories I started out strong
and totally convinced that I was doing the right thing. Then the trip up to
Rainbow falls, shouldn’t count because it was work related. A week goes by and
I am going strong with only a few slight urges. Then Cat and I decide to take
Winston and Mushka to play in the river and watch other fishermen do their thing.
Next I go out and watch Cat and her friends’ fish. The AA saying was “if you hang out in a bar
long enough, sooner or later you are going to have a drink”. Then I realize
that my “supposed” most loyal support group, Cat and Winston, are no support at
all. Cat showing me the fishing pics and Winston just staring into space with
those eyes telling me to GO FISHING, The water is your friend…….
I guess it always starts with good
intentions. Some friends came by the shop today and one has been having
problems landing fish. Ahhah, I should probably go to the river and see if I
can help, and what the heck maybe I’ll just catch a few and then head home. One
cast is too many and a thousand is not enough, I slipped big time. Got in about
3 and half hours with spotty results. Landed about a dozen or so with the
largest measuring off at 21 inches, a 19 two 18’s and a bunch of the 12 to 15
inchers. The fly of the month continues to be the FOD in both grey and in the
PMD colors, I know we don’t sell the PMD colored one in the shop but if you can
tie and stop by the shop I can give you the recipe. As I sit and write I know I
should have the guilt burning through my body but the only pain I can feel is a
slight twinge in my wrist. I will quit again….Tomorrow……..
Slip 1-4
Enabler number one (should be in fish-er-non)
Enabler number two and could be
considered a dealer.
No amount of healing can save you from the pain of getting owned by your own son on the Taylor sir. Myabe on the way home you can have a good reason to stop and heal for a while.ENVY!!!!!!!!!!!
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