I've run into some weird stuff out flyfishing over the years.........a couple doing it 'Fido Style' on the banks of the Green, various rock tossing idiots, two high-school-age girls who thought it would be funny to throw an empty vodka bottle at my head from a high bank while I was standing in the middle of the river (damn thing just missed my right ear), a guy who tossed a stick into the hole I was fishing for his dog to retrieve WHILE I WAS FIGHTING A SUMMER RUN on the N. Fork Stilly etc.................but tonight took the cake.
I took a lunchbreak on the Cedar, met and shared a hole with Pontooner and RivLake (nice to meet you guys!) then went back to my office to finish out the day. My wife called and said "come home early, let's meet friends for beers at RiverRock at Maplewood"...........never one to shirk a beer tasting, I left around 4 and stopped for the obligatory cast or 15 on the way home. Well...........................no shit...............a guy walked up and plopped a SURFBOARD into the hole I was fishing and started paddling around like Laird Hamilton on the north shore of Oahu............right where my indicator was floating through the pool. No words were necessary.......this fine specimen was obviously missing some key brain cells so I just left laughing. What else can you do?
Only on the Cedar..................................![]()
I'll see you on the north shore, bitch.


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i guess there must be some good breaks on the lower cedar. For all these years ive been driving all the way to westport like an idiot.
Frickin' un-real .. and I'm paying for his bloody "Eddie-U-cAtun." ("just another brick - between the ears -in the wall?")

