You know where I am.
I turned around midstream to wade ashore and make the bank-side call. That's when I fell, head-long, into the cold Farmington River. I struggled to regain my footing, and fell in, again head-long. Swimming, basically.
On the bank I made sure nothing was broken - rod first, then bones. It felt good to be wet through in the sunshine, and to know that, on any given day, I'm utterly rubbish at fishing. I laughed about that all the way back to my car.
The phone was dead, and I'd be home early, after all.
|Todd is a good angler.|