You are lucky and delusional.
Faith In Humanity Upheld
Just when I think humans are a lost cause, I have an experience that makes me think there is still hope for us yet.
Thursday after work I drove from Wenatchee to Skagit county to take my nephew fishing on Friday and deliver a raft to a guy taking it up on the Skeena and visit with a wheel-chair bound individual wanting a custom boat for lake fishing on Saturday.
We floated from Marblemount to Swift Creek. My brother in law did our shuttle and he bank fished half a dozen spots while his son and I made a drift. Fishing was slow; he pitched spinners and jigs while I strung up my fly rod but never made a cast. He left his waders at home so we were confined to fishing out of the boat all day. He did hook a few fish and landed his first ever bull trout. All in all, it was a good day. At the take out, I threw my vest on the bank while we loaded the raft. I left it there and forgot about it. More on that later.
We planned to bank fish Friday morning for a few hours but the kids got sick so we drove around Clear Lake looking at the places my my family homesteaded decades ago and relived childhood memories.
I was scheduled to meet a guy at 2:00 PM and we went over his special design and need for a pontoon boat and got that squared away. Then met up with another dude at 3:00 PM to hand over a raft he was using for his upcoming trip and went over some minor details. From there I headed home but not before stopping at Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the second half of the UW game.
Driving past the Cabela's in Marysville, I get a call from a guy out of the blue. Said something about finding a fishing vest. He was in Concrete but offered to meet me to give my fishing vest back. I turned around and met him back at Sedro Woolley. It turns out he was up fishing and found a vest on the picnic table. Inside he found my fishing license and gave me a call. Once we met at the rendezvous point, I recognized him; turns out we had met at last year's Puyallup Show, where we talked fishing and hunting while he was checking out our boats. He handed over the vest and we talked more fishing and I thanked him profusely. Somebody must have found the vest on the bank where I set it down and put it on the picnic table where it was found the following day. Frankly I didn't care about the gear inside but it was very convenient to get the fishing licenses back for my wife and three kids but more importantly my annual licenses for WA, BC, and the Colville Reservation.
UW and the Hawks won and fall is in the air. And maybe there is still hope for the human race too.
Thursday after work I drove from Wenatchee to Skagit county to take my nephew fishing on Friday and deliver a raft to a guy taking it up on the Skeena and visit with a wheel-chair bound individual wanting a custom boat for lake fishing on Saturday.
We floated from Marblemount to Swift Creek. My brother in law did our shuttle and he bank fished half a dozen spots while his son and I made a drift. Fishing was slow; he pitched spinners and jigs while I strung up my fly rod but never made a cast. He left his waders at home so we were confined to fishing out of the boat all day. He did hook a few fish and landed his first ever bull trout. All in all, it was a good day. At the take out, I threw my vest on the bank while we loaded the raft. I left it there and forgot about it. More on that later.
We planned to bank fish Friday morning for a few hours but the kids got sick so we drove around Clear Lake looking at the places my my family homesteaded decades ago and relived childhood memories.
I was scheduled to meet a guy at 2:00 PM and we went over his special design and need for a pontoon boat and got that squared away. Then met up with another dude at 3:00 PM to hand over a raft he was using for his upcoming trip and went over some minor details. From there I headed home but not before stopping at Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the second half of the UW game.
Driving past the Cabela's in Marysville, I get a call from a guy out of the blue. Said something about finding a fishing vest. He was in Concrete but offered to meet me to give my fishing vest back. I turned around and met him back at Sedro Woolley. It turns out he was up fishing and found a vest on the picnic table. Inside he found my fishing license and gave me a call. Once we met at the rendezvous point, I recognized him; turns out we had met at last year's Puyallup Show, where we talked fishing and hunting while he was checking out our boats. He handed over the vest and we talked more fishing and I thanked him profusely. Somebody must have found the vest on the bank where I set it down and put it on the picnic table where it was found the following day. Frankly I didn't care about the gear inside but it was very convenient to get the fishing licenses back for my wife and three kids but more importantly my annual licenses for WA, BC, and the Colville Reservation.
UW and the Hawks won and fall is in the air. And maybe there is still hope for the human race too.
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No, there are lots of good people in the world
I found a backpack floating in the Sandy gorge while kayaking that was full of awesome gear. Included was a camera and spare spinning reel. I managed to find the license and googled away finding the guys parents. As it turned out he lived near me and came to retrieve it. He insisted on giving me$100 which I refused. A week later I recieved a thank you letter with $100. To which i sent a reply and the$100 back explaining that no money should change hands in this situation as I felt the pot was right in the river karma department and by giving money he was perhaps unwittingly wrecking my chances for a20lb swung fish.
The guy actually fell about 80' into the canyon had to get rid of the pack to swim for his life with waders on. Apparently the rod was never recovered.
The guy actually fell about 80' into the canyon had to get rid of the pack to swim for his life with waders on. Apparently the rod was never recovered.
In spite of you being wrong on some other topics, this we can agree on.No, there are lots of good people in the world
Maybe YOU'RE wrong, or we could just disagree.In spite of you being wrong on some other topics, this we can agree on.
I found a GPS while pheasant hunting about 3 years ago. It sure was a project finding out who lost it. Turned out it had been laying in the field for a whole year and still worked and still had battery power.
Manufacturer and model please... that's the unit I want!I found a GPS while pheasant hunting about 3 years ago. It sure was a project finding out who lost it. Turned out it had been laying in the field for a whole year and still worked and still had battery power.
Thanks @BDD and @dustinchromers for sharing bits of humanity that do seem so lost these days. I get a bit "bummed out" (dates me, eh?) when I see so many of the kids around town but then day before yesterday, well after dark, the door bell rings. McKinley and her brother Walker are there to bring a thank you card for McKinley's 14th birthday present. Nice kids, pleasant, friendly, smart - a thank you card? There is hope!
Costco batteries!!Manufacturer and model please... that's the unit I want!
All's well that ends well.
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