Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by Andrew Kirkland, Mar 18, 2009.
Global Warming, I hate those hot days
My biggest fear is getting MUDBUTT during wading and missing a good bite.
I'll add moose to my list. Last summer fishing in the Bitterroots there were moose all around. One day while fishing a hole my brother looked over his shoulder and 60 yards below him a moose was standing mid-river, just staring at him. Luckily it was just a bull and not a cow with calf. It proceeded to cross the river and saunter straight up the steep hillside, disappearing into the brush. Later that day I was walking down the trail to the next run, thinking about moose, whistling and making all sorts of loud noises. Did not want to round a bend and surprise anything. If I had, I'd have needed the TP I forgot to pack with me.
forgetting t.p. and forgetting a pocket knife....u ever try to tear your boxers off with your waders around your ankles shortly after you realize that the t.p. is at home? its not pretty.
Being one that had a chunk of skin cancer carved out of the side of my head last January. Yep sunlight is something to fear. Of course when I was a kid in the late 60's and early 70's working as a bait boy and then later skippering charter boats salmon fishing out of Westport we didn't have a decent sunscreen. In those days my nose and ears would get so bad they would bleed.
Screw the suntans....I use a 85 sunblock now. Be afraid of the sun and make sure your kids are well protected.
2 biggest fears are
1. Getting attacked by somthing
or you can cut the sleeves off you t-shirt.
i have many sleeveless tee's
My biggest fear is walking in on an illegal grow operation with a pocket full of zig-zags and a box of those "crustables" peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
When I'm fishing or backpacking in remote areas that's definitely on the top of my list. I've almost hyperextended my knee on a steep backcountry decent before. Took me an extra day of recovery to feel well enough to put the pack back on to hike out. It still hurts now and again. Definitely a sobering experience. Get trained in emergency first aid and survival techniques and always let someone know where you are and when you'll get back.
Other things I fear when I'm fishing/backpacking, not necessarily prioritized:
-Sleeping bag getting wet. Nobody likes a soggy sleeping bag.
-Wind! Wind ruins everything in my book.
-Cats, occasionally. They're sneaky little buggers. Keeps me on edge when I find fresh tracks, etc.
-Bears to a minimal extent. I've seen my share, so I respect them immensely, but fear might be a strong word.
-Theft. I've had some punks steal my mp3 player out of my car before.
-Drowning. Probably should be at the top of my list and probably the most real and imminent danger out of all of them.
- big spiders
- internet tough guys
- land mines
- falling trees
- rush limbaugh eating
- osama bin laden
- travis the chimp
- the octomom
- softball sized hail
- sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads
it makes it hard to fish, but i'm able to get in a tiny bit of fishing between bouts of terror
Depends on where I am I guess.
I was up in remote Idaho once at a lake, enjoying the peace and quiet, casting knee deep with my back to the shore. Grizzly signs everywhere, so I was a bit on edge, but got lost in the moment when a huge splash sounded behind me. My heart jumped into my throat when I looked back and saw a flash of brown fur and water. Turned out to be a deer going hitting a gainer with a half twist that didn't see me. But for a moment, life was at a stand still. Took about 20 minutes for my pulse to settle back down. The deer ended up as shocked as I was and walked on water as soon as I turned around. I must've blended in pretty well with the scenery. So I guess I'd have to put bears on top of the list, although I fished with many in Alaska and wasn't too bothered by them there, but grizzlies are a bit more solitary and unpredictable here I think.
Well I've taken two falls. So I guess falling and not being able to get back up. I tripped over a down tree and landed on the rocks on my knees. I lay there for over ten minutes before I could move and get on my feet. Another time I was on Pilchuck Creek and leaned over this bank to get down. I reached for a branch to steady myself and the branch broke and I fell about 5 feet onto a big rock. I lay there for a while before I could move. So falling would be my big fear.
I never wade over my knees and I always run from unknown noises in the brush.
Three things, all caused by my taste for remote fishing adventures:
1. Theft/vandalism via tweakers.
2. Debilitating injury preventing me from getting back to my vandalized car to seek medical attention.
3. Somehow I'm able to heroically crawl back to my damaged car with my gruesome compound tib-fib fracture and I come face to face with that aforementioned tweaker.
Realizing the cooler has 6 hours of beer on a 10 hour float. :beer1:
Fear of some tweaker cutting my catalytic converter out from under my car!