Over the weekend I traveled from Portland, Oregon to Indianapolis, Indiana and did nine presentations at the Great American Fly Fishing Expo. The show was great and I enjoyed making many new friends at my talks. As much as it seems like I was just getting on the plane to go to Indi I’m already back in Portland resting at Mike LaSota’s house and I’m flat out cooked. I’ve pushed it this winter with my speaking and travels and today I feel it.
Mike and I had high hopes of steelhead fishing. But Mike took one look at me this morning and pulled the plug. Mikes known me nearly thirty years and says he’s never seen me so beaten. Resting is a good move even for the most hardcore life lover like me. And quite frankly I’m the worst steelhead angler to walk the earth so agreeing to chill out is a wise move.
Furthermore, we’re not fishing today because Mikes wife Biota, who is a Dermatologist, spotted something on my ear. Without hesitation she insisted it needs an immediate biopsy. I’ve been doused by more sun than most humans so I’m getting a chunk cut out of my ear in a couple hours with hopes its not skin cancer. I hate the thought of honing my nine ball skills in dark pool halls at such an early age. I’ll keep you posted.
Tomorrow its right back on the road. I’ll spend the next two days driving from Portland to Fresno, California where I’ll speak to Fresno Fly Fishers for the 7th year I a row on Thursday night. Then I’ll cruise up to the Pleasanton Fly Fishing Show where I’ll speak Friday through Sunday.
After nearly two weeks on the road and one more to go, I’m dreaming of a backcountry ski next week in Idaho and an evening at my local pub with my home town pals!
Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing