Todd Duncan Tennyson
Well-known member
I got a busted leg that is on the mend
so I am spending less time tromping the hils and more time with my leg in a tight laced apparatus which will either immobilize it in measue to heal
or reslult in it rotting off from lack of bloodflow.
Since it started turn to fall,
it got thinking about my youth.
you guys might get a kick out of this' Tight lines and heavy gamestraps to you all...
It was my birthday
i had just turned 13 and decided to go fishing over the weekend
dad drove me out to the old military bridge on the rogue
he said "good luck, be careful, see you at about sundown"
he drove off up the dirt road and i was on my own
i tied up a large royal coachman and swung it above the riffle
just below where butte creek comes in
i fished for hours
i tried a green butted skunk
i tried a silver hilton
i watched other folks try and give up
on the cast that every fisherman has "his last"
i caught a steelhead
it ran and rolled and jumped
it was spooling me on the little flyreel dad let me use
i didn't have a net
i hadn't really though that part through
that fish ran me all up and down the river
across butte creek
i didn't have waders either
it didn't matter
i floundered across the creek and to the other shore
into and over blackberry brambles and slippery rocks
somehow the fish stayed buttoned on the end of that line
i finally took that fish to hand and it was as though i'd graduated, had a first kiss, climbed mt everest and a snort of whiskey all at once
i made it back to where dad said he'd pick me up at about sundown
he saw that i was pretty well soaked and a bit scraped up from the berry thickets
"looks like you got your fish, we'll have mom cook it for dinner," he mentioned
On the way home dad asked if the fish put up a good fight?
I said
"not as good as the one i put up."
he laughed and swatted me on the shoulder
so I am spending less time tromping the hils and more time with my leg in a tight laced apparatus which will either immobilize it in measue to heal
or reslult in it rotting off from lack of bloodflow.
Since it started turn to fall,
it got thinking about my youth.
you guys might get a kick out of this' Tight lines and heavy gamestraps to you all...
It was my birthday
i had just turned 13 and decided to go fishing over the weekend
dad drove me out to the old military bridge on the rogue
he said "good luck, be careful, see you at about sundown"
he drove off up the dirt road and i was on my own
i tied up a large royal coachman and swung it above the riffle
just below where butte creek comes in
i fished for hours
i tried a green butted skunk
i tried a silver hilton
i watched other folks try and give up
on the cast that every fisherman has "his last"
i caught a steelhead
it ran and rolled and jumped
it was spooling me on the little flyreel dad let me use
i didn't have a net
i hadn't really though that part through
that fish ran me all up and down the river
across butte creek
i didn't have waders either
it didn't matter
i floundered across the creek and to the other shore
into and over blackberry brambles and slippery rocks
somehow the fish stayed buttoned on the end of that line
i finally took that fish to hand and it was as though i'd graduated, had a first kiss, climbed mt everest and a snort of whiskey all at once
i made it back to where dad said he'd pick me up at about sundown
he saw that i was pretty well soaked and a bit scraped up from the berry thickets
"looks like you got your fish, we'll have mom cook it for dinner," he mentioned
On the way home dad asked if the fish put up a good fight?
I said
"not as good as the one i put up."
he laughed and swatted me on the shoulder
