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I was up in Boone yesterday for S.O. training in Bocce Ball, and Walt
invited me to stay at his place in Foscoe overnight, so that we could meet up with Drew and Danny to fish Andrew_s C_eek Sunday mornin'. Now, while I have played Bocce Ball in the past, I hadn't played regulation style, so yesterday's trainin' was essential. Unfortunately, the training coordinator was this old woman who had never played the game herself, much less knew the rules and regs. I was the only male in attendance, save a male S.O. athlete, who should have been the trainin' coordinator, as he knew the game first hand and could have saved us all a great deal of time and sweat! Apparently, the game is played without the aid of alcoholic beverages? This was news to me. So was the part about the 60' x 12' court, and the little bitty yellow ball? We always played utilizing the entire front and back yards of every adjacent house in the neighborhood, drank large quantities of beer and had no idea what a Pallina might be. Trainin' was suppose to have ended by 1:00PM, but we were only up to a grand total of 3 point, between the two teams of a 12 point game, when the big hand was on 12 and the little hand was on 2. I stated that I was going to have to leave shortly and 6 of the women said, in unison, "what could be more important than what we are doing?" I very firmly said, "I gotta meet up with some buddies to fly fish!" For some reason it was decided that we had played Bocce long enough, and we parted ways. I arrived at Uncle Wally's Summer home--which is 30 mile up the mountain in Foscoe, NC from his Winter home in Morganton, NC--around 2:20PM. About the time I was exiting my car, an old pick-up truck pulls in behind me. It was Wally's yardman, flyshop customer and NOVICE fly fisher, Trent. I proceed up the stairs to the front porch to join Wally in a few Mimosas and Mint Juleps, and Wally instructs Trent to get on with the weed eatin', as "time's a wastin' and we gotta go fishin' soon," or so Wally says to poor young Trent. Trent, havin' finished his yard chores, joins Wally and I on the porch. I hadn't noticed just how big Trent was, from my vantage point on the porch, but it became readily apparent that I shouldn't have mentioned to him that he had neglected the over grown Rhodo trees on the side hill. Not to worry though, as it turns out, Trent's one hell of a fine former PRISON GUARD, who could have pinched my pointy little head between his thumb and forefinger! The three of us sat around for an hour or so, reminiscing the good old days and the time that we had spent in jail. Okay, Wally and I reminisced about the time that we had spent in jail and Trent told us about life in a maximum security prison. I, and I believe that I am unanimous in this decision, am thankful that I never had to spend more than 6 or so hours in Raleigh's Central Prison. War stories told, we headed to Crockett's Spoon Creek, one of Wally's secret spots. A stream that is know to but a few people on the planet. Those with knowledge of this beautiful stream can be counted on one hand: Wally, Trent, me and the couple that had hiked down the entire length of the middle of the stream, as we were fishing up the stream. Thankfully, for that couple, Trent jumped between them and Wally, before Wally could get his hands on them. I refereed the discussion, and decided that their punishment would be Time Out and as they said that they were lost, I sent them off in a direction that would take them a week to find their car. We continued upstream, although Wally did toss a few large rocks at the couple as they scurried off. We had had a few strike, up to the point that we had met the couple from hell, but no fish to hand. Things changed, dramatically, after our encounter! Trent caught two nice fish, after I convinced him to remove the 4 aught Stimulator that Wally had insisted he tie on. I, generously, recommended that Trent tie on a traditional Adams and even provided him with the fly, and then pointed him to a very fishy looking hole. Trent 2, Op and Wally 0! Op --Sunday's fishin' trip with Wally, Drew Patterson and Danny Goodwin to come at a later date. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not, I'm still distraught over losin' my cell phone on the stream today-- |
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