A fishing we shall go!

A fishing we shall go!

This afternoon my Portland friends came by and gave me as close to what I can call a sendoff party, even though I am not leaving for another, countem 4 days. One non flying Crew member is on Amtrak for a whopping 29 hours to get here, the other two are flying in.

The two Jeffs and a Kevin arrived this afternoon to check out the progress and hear stories about the almost completed Defever refit project.

A qick trip to Fishermans village or is it world? My friend Jeff now has me rigged up with another $160.00 worth of fishing stuff to help catch fish. Apparently the tackle box that came with the Western Flyer is so dated everything in it is made in the usa.

I am not what I consider a fisherman; of my delivery crew both Ken and Mark are the true fishermen. I believe you are either born with a fishing gene in you or not. Of my family only my nephew Spencer inherited the fishing gene from his father among other attributes. Don’t get me wrong I’ve caught some of my fair share of fish but mostly in south Florida waters not with fishing tackle but, with a spear gun. My diving friends and I believe that it was always better to see what you wanted to catch.

At about the age of 12 we each rigged up our very own Hawaiian sling, a type of broom stick handled spear propelled through the water with surgical tubing as its power source. Efrem or one of the other lakeside friends supplied the surgical tubing he appropriated from a medical professional in the family.

When I arrived in Portland in my luggage was my measly tactical box contents wrapped in zip lock baggies and a reel but no rod. To fly a rod to Portland would result in more than the twice the price of what I paid for it.

Fishing for salmon sounds complicated. Why just look at the written instructions Jeff (one) left me.

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How much fishing equipment can a man have before his wife throws him out?

A: I do not know for sure; however, I believe that the experiment is almost complete!

“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small.

And in return, life – and travel – leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks – on your body or on your heart – are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.”

.” ― Anthony Bourdain

About trawlercat

Retired and now moving on from the cruising life jeeps, adventure bike, gardening, and travel. Always in search of the next great adventure!
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