You betcha! As soon as my right arm is back up to snuff. Believe it or not, my avoidance of all things resembling work, wave-riding, fishing, etc. (that about covers nearly everything, except inebriation and women, eh?), is working its magic on healing my arm. Tendons are slow to heal, especially when you're over the hill. I'm at the point where I need to maintain my resolve, adhere to strict discipline, and continue the avoidance of all things requiring the use of my right arm. I don't want to jump the gun (again) at this point. I already had to refuse an invite for an awesome float trip for steelhead. Fortunately, I am ambidextrous enuff to raise a beer with my left.