Shortly before I headed off to Deneki Outdoors’s FIBFest, I tweaked some pieces/parts of my right elbow. I don’t think it was the casting practice I undertook immediately before the trip, because I couldn’t cast before it and I certainly can’t now. The no pain, no gain mantra works in reverse, right?
Nevertheless, it’s been several months, and I can’t shake the irritation. Sure, I haven’t taken much of a break, but who wants to sit on the sidelines while others lie about all the fish they are catching? Definitely not I.
Kirk “Never Underestimate Him During Airband Competition” Deeter described the same problem to me on one of our Andros South runs, but on a recent outing he told me his elbow has returned to fully operational status. Then again, the guy catches carp out of swamp water, with Skagit lines.
On the bright side, Location Z, the bass pond I was romping earlier in the season, isn’t fishing nearly as well now – in fact, the action has become non-existent. I heard blame placed on something the proprietors put in the water to kill the weeds, moving the bass into deeper confines. I wanted to point the finger at my perpetually sore elbow, propping myself up on the idea that if nobody else was hooking toads either they were just piss-poor anglers. This affliction also gives me a reason to cast smaller flies with lighter lines (one of which I’m in review mode on right now too).
The [distorted] reality is, however, that I’m
growing old… out of shape… just a pansy been fielding a lot of calls from fellow fly fishers for a handicap against my other-worldly skill set.
And it’s now time to learn how to cast left-handed.
MG signing off (wearing the badge of a non-contact sports injury with a smile on my face)