A few of you asked for it so here it goes.  I wrote a post about my adventure fishing the other night and didn’t go into detail about it.  A couple of you asked for more details, and at risk of complete embarassment, I will share, because some parts are quite comical.

There were 5 of us in this group, and as things go, 3 of preceded to head off in a slightly different direction then the other two who were with us.  All of us hoping, of course, that in that maneuver we would find “the spot”.  The three man group (that is what we’ll call it, with me included) head off around the other side of this island that we had fished before, but never this far down.  Darkness starts to fall so we start to head back to the truck while still fishing as we go.  Then it starts to get real deep.  I’m talking I was holding my chest waders up so the water doesn’t go over deep.  We all come to a consensus that our best bet would be to cross the island and head back to where we initially crossed to get back.  Good plan.  Yeah right!!!

We get up on the island and cross over and all is well except for one minor detail…….the water is just as deep on the other side.  One of us goes alone and ends up taking on water over his waders but still makes it to shore.  The other two (me included) jump back up on the island and head down to find a spot to cross.  I am in the lead at this point and start to walk out to take a look at the river, to get an idea of what the water looks like, when tragedy almost strikes.  The grass is very high, and it appears there is earth underneath it, trouble is there is not.  I disappear to the ground like something you see in a cartoon, but still manage to somehow hold myself up.  Man did that hurt.  My left leg is still feeling some remnants from that.  Our other fisherman, on the other side of the river, can hear the commotion it is so loud!!!!

I pick myself up and move back down the river and do find the spot we originally crossed so we know we’re safe.  We are almost to the bank and safety and my cousin states “well, we finally made it” just as I step up on the muddy bank that is only about 6 inches high and slip and face plant right onto the ground.  This is the moment where the swearing began. 

Man, what a night, and what a great time fishing.  Definitely one I will remember for years to come.  As Paul Harvey would say, “Now you know the rest of the story”.  Please be gentle on me. 

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