Virtual Fishing

I did drag my equipment out and practiced on the deck to make sure I remembered the basics. Seemed a bit much to aim at the hot tub, so I concentrated on snaring Kyla as she was reading. I found a plastic gear in my reel had broken, so I went with Dara to a local fly shop (on the same day that town was having an arts, crafts, and wine festival, which is how I got Dara to go with me). The best they could come up with was some Super Glue, but it seems to have worked. I refreshed my supply of flies. I asked what you were supposed to do with all the crud you need for flyfishing, since they did not seem to have any tackle boxes. I'm sure it's not every day she runs into such a newbie. She patiently explained that you must have a vest, and when you wear that one out, you get one with even more pockets. Since this seemed like a great solution to a problem, and a fantastic way to embarrass Kyla and Garrett, I got one. I may have to rub some fish guts on it before I go anywhere. It's a bit sad, though, that the biggest danger to my fishing gear is that it becomes brittle for lack of use.