I Can’t Fish. I Can’t Row.
The adrenalin rush of big browns eating big bugs was the only panancea that could ease the pain of the walking (nay fishing) wounded. The Professor has a vicious case of tendonitis in his elbow while I have lower back pain again. His hurts while playing fish, mine hurts pulling up the anchor. After catching this monster brown, and jumping out of the boat to land it downstream, the Professor announced, “I can’t fish anymore.”
To which I rubbed my back and replied, “Perfect, I can’t row.”
It was all worth it as we hobbled up the boat ramp at day’s end…