Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by generic, Sep 18, 2012.
When your wading staff hass four legs. (Some wags would refer to it as a walker)
When you have to get up in the night twice to go pee, then lay awake for an hour or more, then go to work and fall asleep at your desk in the middle of working on a project. Naw, it never happened . . .
At least you won't remember you did all of the above... just that you have to pee again and your knees and back crack as you get up! Nah, that never happened... what was I saying? Who is this?
When your testicles hang lower then your penis!
When drinking to much hurts for the next few days.
Yo! Glad to see that I'm not the only one feelin' as old as dirt this morning:
I checked my "retirement account" online before I checked the swell and wind forecasts. When I finally got around to checking the forecasts and buoy reports, I was glad to see that the surf is still small enough for a brittle old man to go play around in. I am almost recovered from my 2-hour session in "user-friendly" 2' waves on Monday. At least I didn't injure myself.
I used to ride my bike down to the beach to check the surf first thing, hoping to see stacked sets of adrenaline-pumping, grinding, double-overhead barrels, but now I hope for clean sets of waist-to-head high peelers, with enough time between the sets to rest and catch my breath, and an easy paddle out.
I'll now surf in tiny 1' - 2' slop that I never would have given a second thought about, because "I can use the workout."
I sometimes find myself surfing in the same lineup with the boyfriend of one of my ex-girlfriend's granddaughters. He gradded from high school last spring. I think I have even surfed with a great-grandkid of one of my friends, but I can't remember which one.
The hard core ideal of "surfing until you die," or "surfing 'til you can no longer get someone to wheel you down to the water's edge," is starting to lose its appeal.
I am still babying my right arm after I tweaked a tendon casting my 6 wt all day on the river back in June. No more "all day casting" for this kid!
And yes, I need to get yet another eye exam and some new bifocals.
When the hardest think you do in a day is put on your socks!
When you stop wondering what you'll be when you grow up.
When you need glasses to tie a fly on or you have to think twice about crossing a river that is over knee deep.
At least I'm a happy Old Man. I don't need glasses to thread a fly or hit that little hole in the eye. My problem comes from trying to tie the knot. I shake so bad, it's comical to watch myself do it. I almost end up crying because of it. But I stick with it until I get it done.
Or when you add tippet to your leader and you discover the you tied both ends of the tippet together.
When you know you used to like to do it, but you don't remember why.
When folks ask for your SSN & you reply "3."
Three cent stamps
when you can only eat one Krispy Kreme donut.
This is actually on my to-buy list for this winter. My days of tying on #18 flies without assistance is over. And my close-up vision went FAST, all in the past year at age 43-44.
...you talk excitedly about the tickets you got for Blue Oyster Cult opening for Jethro Tull at the local indian casino.