First Time Out...
This week I got the green light to get back to my life. After three weeks recovering from a light stroke, I'm back. Well, sorta. I loss a good bit of my stamina and will need to take it slow while getting back into shape. This summer I will be mostly doing what I call gentleman-like fishing. No long hikes or bushwhacking, and I'll be mostly fishing along an open stream bank due to some medications I'm now taking. That's okay. I would be happy to sit in a camp chair by the stream, and just listen to the rushing water if that's all I could do. However, I am good to go fishing as before, once I get back into shape. Yesterday, I went up the mountain for my first time out to float a dry fly. When I was on the highway I noticed a plume of smoke in the area, but wasn't sure exactly the location within the mountain range...until I got part way up the mountainside. Yup, it was right next to my home waters. And then, four state troopers whizzed by me with lights and siren...
