|Smallie was caught under that bridge.|
The water was low, and the fishing was tough. I thought that the cloud cover of the day would definitely work to our advantage, but it didn’t. Oh well. I still managed 1 dink smallie, and a decent LMB.
Not only was the fishing bad, but the wade was, too. Rocks just kept sneaking up on us. First the Fat Gordo went down, and came back up okay, and no water in the waders. Then I went down not 5 minutes after that. I was rewarded a nice welt on my right shin.
Once we decided to turn around and make our way back to my car, I went down, again! This time I was rewarded with 3 very nice gashes in my right forearm. I didn’t even bother to check what it was that gave me this glorious wound, but I just have my fingers crossed that it wasn’t a hunk of metal. (Unfortunately, I think it was a hunk of metal.) I was just worried about stopping the bleeding. They were some pretty deep gashes, and I had nothing with me. (I should probably carry a small first aid kit in my pack, and so should you!) In order to stop the bleeding, I had to rip one of the sleeves off of my favorite Vedavoo shirt. The Fat Gordo helped me tie it tight around my wound, and then we carried on.
|Be careful out there!!!|
Not the best of days.
Update: The wound is healing nicely. It sort of looks like I was attacked by a mini Wolverine from the X-men.