"syphilitic son of a whore"

I heard that years ago! and not since. I was salmon fishing on the Main SW Mirimichi. Heard someone coming along the path next to the river. I heard a thump and knew the person had slipped and hit the muddy ground.

A string of profanity began that was almost poetic, increased upon the second upset and lasted a good 45 seconds until, still waxing poetic, out of the bushes steps Ted Williams (baseball player of note). He was covered in mud from wader boot to shoulder on one side. He arched up upon seeing me and said. "Oh... you're here."

I said, as I was reeling in my line and coming ashore, "That was fucking beautiful. May I watch you fish? Maybe I can learn something new there too." He laughed and said, "Sure sonny." I did learn something. I will never be able to cast a fly like Ted Williams.

About twenty minutes later, another master fly fisher came along. Tom Sellick. I was treated to quite a show of fly fishing technique and finesse. I understand he bought Ted's land. Funny, though... he never calls to invite me fishing.

BTW, that pic of me fishing in the Member Photos & Info is where that happened... on the opposite side, to the right.

Anyway.... how are you feeling today, Cap'n?