And here it is. The thread of threads. Clearly I haven't been on here since our Mammoth run. Haven't really done any line-wetting at all thanks to the ridiculousness they call "Covid." I'd rather be fishing the bay considering the temps are accelerating UP, but I cant.. because even though our wonderful mayor opened up the bay and beaches for fishing, he was sneakily proactive in the 24hrs before.. he directed City Streets Division to set out a little over 1,000 temporary NO PARKING signs on ALL of the major streets surrounding the bay. Not just a few, ALL. So we were invited to dinner, but they kept the house locked. All bay and beach parking lots and side streets are closed. And because of this, I now know about a thousand guys here locally that are pizzed beyond words. We're all affected. So the only way to fish here is get dropped off by Uber, a girlfriend, wife or whoever and picked back up by the same. Insanity at its finest, right here in SD. I was so bummed when you told me the 459 story yesterday. I've always prayed that never happened to me. So far I seem to have luckily escaped the non-pleasure of it all. I'll say this.. the way our boys appear to have stepped-up is beyond any real words. But I kinda figured they did even before our conversation went there. This is what happens when you're a proven "good guy." Well, not all
that good maybe
, but a pretty decent person all-around in my opinion.. and I can attest to that.
So tomorrow I'm going to pull-out ALL of my shi.. err.. stream stuff out of the spare bedroom closet and send a little love your way in the form of a stick that holds some incredible memories - one is I've always fished it when you and I were together if that tells you anything. And maybe I'll throw in some other stuff you might not have - including some nice, tight hairy dries. I hope you fall in love with it all and use the daylights out of it.. perfect stuff for NM waters.. you know what I'm talkin' about - as I don't skimp one bit.
And this is what you get from me to you. I'm not there - I'm pretty far away, but never are you out of sight or mind. I think about you .. well,
all of you
all the time (you, Stanbery, Crosby, Papa, Jim, Bob, Mark - all of you) - and hope that one of these days we can all get together again like we used to.. just a bunch of trucks, SUV's and Jeeps pulling up all at once for a huge bombing run on some Sierra stream.. because you just never know anymore.. and I miss my flyfishing friends and all the fun we had.
I'll let you know when its all in the mail. I miss you a ton. Love to you and I'm sorry you got ripped off, Mike