Last year some time, I was feeling kind poorly one evening. I thought maybe I'd go fishing to make me feel a bit better.
When I got the boat in the water, I realized I was in over my head. I was plumb outta gas!
I was too tired to put the boat back on the trailer, and too tired to walk back up to the Pickup.
A couple of young guys helped me out. Got my pickup, loaded up the boat. I drove it up to the parking lot, and I rested in the truck awhile before heading on back home.
Next morning we went to the E-Room with a blood clot in my leg.
That was a nightmare...all of it, for months.
Now finally after a year of rehab and all that "etc" I'm ready to go fishing again. Or at least I want to go fishing so bad, I've convinced myself I'm OK to go fishing by myself.
But my Wife reminds me of what happened the last time I went fishing.
I'm wondering if there is such a thing as a "Dry Run" to the Ramp?
I don't know what's next for me.
Taking a lawn chair down to the lake bank?
I'd rather have a recliner in a small Row boat.
Somebody near me better take me fishing soon. :)
