I guess it helps to be born in the year of the Rabbit...
So I decide to take a little break from work yesterday afternoon and test out a few new flies I've tied (no luck in this respect, water was high and dirty).
Before I leave I go rooting around for my camera and I just can't find the damn thing. "It's probably in the car," I say to myself, but when I check there nada. At this point I'm beginning to think I may have lost it. The last time I used it was at the river on Sunday and I remember putting it back in my shoulder bag, but it obviously wasn't there.
Anyway. I go to one of my usual spots, fish for a bit and then change to a second location. As I'm picking my way through the blackberry bushes, I bend down to crawl underneath an overhead vine and low and behold I see my camera--it's strap caught and wrapped around a blackberry vine entangled in the thorns. I figure the strap must have been hanging out of my bag on my last outing and got caught on the vine as I crawled under it. It works and is no worse the wear for a week in the rain.
While no fish were caught the trip was a huge success! It pays to be lucky.
Aaron
