Well, about 25 years ago I was fishing on the Po River in Spotsyvania, Va. where my in-laws had a real nice weekend getaway... I had paddled up the river to a real nice fishing spot and was sittin' in the canoe with it tied to this perfect log...

A wasp seemed to also think that that particular space was his and let me know... Not in a mean way but in a manner that could have escalated... After about 4 or 5 attempts to get my attention he landed on the log and I took the oar and kinda severed his head section from the body and stinger... Well, no kinda about it... I mean, I did it...

Well I went up stream a couple hundred yards to another good spot but the fish just weren't bitin' up there so I returned to the wasp spot as the sun was getting lower in the sky and the fish started hittin' just about everything I threw at them... Well, one of them was hooked good but swam right under the log where I had the canoe tied and I needed to step out on that log and see if I could pull him out from under it... Soon as I stepped out on that log I felt something that felt like electricity and instantly knew I'd been wasp stung... Sho nuff, the back half of that wasp I had cut in half somehow still knew how to sting and sting it did...

That the end of Bobert's true Karma story...

B~