Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by generic, Sep 18, 2012.
Dude.... that's get'n up there
I am reminded of Walter Brennan with every step I take.
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1. When you begin to feel pain in your knees whenever you spend time on the river.
2. When you start getting pissed off and annoyed at the enthusiasm displayed by those younger than yourself.
When you have a Son retiring from a career in the army.
1. Getting old; When the girls are old enough to full around but too young for you.
2. Old; When their mothers are.
3. Grumpy old man; When your to old to full around.
Yeah, that was an exaggeration. For me, it would be tickets to Mudhoney opening for Pearl Jam.
...when your mornings are greeted by a row of little plastic boxes that say "Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday"...........
When AARP starts sending you mail every week.
When taking a piss would put out a forest fire or be considered a river tributary.
Now it is like the weather forecast calling for "light sprinkles or intermittent showers".
Waaaaaay toooo much information.
When all those email jokes about getting old apply
Don't forget "AM/PM" Mark . . .
The old man's are broken into 4 parts; morning hours, noon hours, evening hours and bedtime.
You all sound like you are old. You are only as old as you feel. Me on the other hand, I am old. I get out and fish once or twice a week. I stay out about 4 hours. I catch a few fish and I'm happy. I don't wear myself out casting as I know where the fish are. Usually right in front of me.
I stopped along side of my creek the other day. I got out of my truck and walked over to the bank, about 3 step away. I stuck my arm out over the water and three fish swam away. Another time on the same creek I walked over to a grassy spot to the bank and 5 fish swam away. Some small and some not so small. The vibrations from walking set them off. These are some wary fish. But with the right fly in the right place you will have fun catching. And I'm an old man.
Hide behind the truck...
Damn, Mark . . . that must look like a tackle box, & I thought that mine was big, lol. Getting old has its drawbacks, but man, the memories . . .