Saturday, June 30, 2007
Fly fishing on a high mountain stream is for people who think there are far too many words, even good words, in the world.
Tough day on the river. It wasn't the fishing, the water, the flies, or the weather. Pure and simple it was alcohol (vodka to be exact) and a most unpleasant decision to walk away from a man who, in my opinion, was drinking far too much, far too early in the day. I've never mixed alcohol and fishing (or driving or anything else)---especially the kind of walking/wading I/we prefer. This holds for me, the clients, family and friends I've fished with over the years. I don't make exceptions on this. There are simply too many possibilities for accidents, falling and drowning, not to mention getting mixed up with grizzly bears as it is, without tipping the balance any further.
I'm no prude, however, today, I was faced with a most painful situation with a friend, and sadly walked away from it and him. And now I'm turning in to dream of better days ahead.