“So Wright …
ya wanna fish or What?” says Dale Baden over the phone.
Let’s see,
it’s mid-February in Alberta Canada. Normally this is the time of year that I’d
be inside with the heat cranked up, looking out the window at sub-zero temps
with my bottom lip hanging out, dreaming of summer fun. What am I really doing?
I’m sitting on the deck enjoying a coffee, sun-tanning, and playing hooky from the
bookwork that is patiently waiting.
“Get you’re
a—out here,” I reply.
“You’re
sure … I don’t want to pressure you …,” comes the reply … a bit over-the-top
with sarcasm methinks.
Soon we’re
on the dock, fly-rod in hand, casting into a hole-in-the-ice 20 feet across.
“I have one
already, I guess they survived the winter!” always a concern.
Spring isn’t
far off now, we’ll make it!
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