Dan... hitting the rocks...

Minds me of one time I was following my BiL back up a small stream near Fundy National Park. He hadn't caught many as he was bait fishing and it was early July... 30C and full sun... time for fly fishin in fast or deep water.

As he went by a 16" speckle in the rapids it bolted and was coming straight down the middle of the stream... where I was. He musta seen me at the last minute (they swim a million miles an hour) and changed course, whereupon he hit a rock and flipped out of the water onto the gravel bank. I hollered and easily grabbed him as he was out cold.

My BiL said, "Oh fer fuck sake! Fly fishin, okay, but flyin fish fishin? Jaysus!"

That same day, on the way down the brook, I was skippin right along as I had a pair of sneakers with felts glued to the bottom. BiL was trying to keep up, not knowing I had felts. He fell a number of times and I kept telling him he had to walk faster to not slip. yes, it was a bit cruel but it was also good fun. Them city boys, eh?

My bro had chest waders on one trip. I told him they were dangerous unless he was fishing in slow water on a wide stream. Bro never could handle constructive criticism. And he had no felts! When he fell in a pool it was a sight. As he was trying to climb out with the waders FULL of water, he would lean forward and slosh the water in the waders backward which would cause him to pitch backward. Then the reverse would occur. It was like watching a pendulum. Finally, I yelled,`Drop the fucking waders off yer shoulders!`

He was rather pissed when he got out. And, I tried not to laugh... I tried, really.