A year ago I posted a sad tale of my falling and fracturing my hip and femur. Had just left the boat launch and luckily had a fishing buddy to take me to the hospital. After surgery, the doc said recovery would be 6 mos to a year. A year was more accurate. My best friend and fishing buddy once said while struggling to survive cancer that the word quit was not in his vocabulary. I've never forgotten that in all the years since he passed. So last Aug I went to the D to try that water I love so much and forgot my wading staff. Fished about 15 minutes trying to stay upright in the rocks and finally gave up. Spent the rest of the day enjoying the sights and sounds of the river and the wildlife....and a cold beer. A few weeks later I took my pontoon to a local lake. My wife says no to me fishing alone so I took her with me. At arrival I saw the wind blowing gale force with white caps and dust clouds blowing down the shoreline. I wasn't about to put my wife or myself in that situation so suggested a nice place to have lunch. So alas, I can say this year I have not caught a fish. Next summer I'm going back to the D with a wading staff. And I'm going back to that lake with my pontoon. Don't care if I catch a lot of fish but just want to be there and hopefully catch one which would be icing on the cake. The word quit isn't in my vocabulary either. I see photos of fish posted on this forum and get the itch. I'm 84.
