Minutes after leaving Lewiston, I realized they were gone. Crushed. Rolled over by the back tired and splattered into a thousand tiny pieces
My new Costa sunglasses had inadvertently fallen out of the truck at a mid-trip rest stop and later we realized that the "pop" sound as we drove away wasn't a soda can, that was my glasses not standing up to the weight of a Nissan Titan.
Dejected, I went full ZZ Top and picked out some terribly cheap sunglasses at the last place I could acquire them before the fishing began.
I hate cheap sunglasses. I really do.
The sun was in full effect and the glasses showed that 12 bucks was probably at least 11 dollars more than they cost to make. I know, first world problems
Still, this isn’t the first time this has happened to our fishing crew. The same gas station sunnies produced a 3 fish day for a buddy who forgot his glasses at home
Maybe there is something to this in the world of karma?
Fifth or so cast into the first run and boom, a big time grab and go.
10 minutes later, my muddler was slammed by this wild buck that took to the air 3 times
2 other grabs and one other hatchery fish to the bank for the day...
Maybe cheap sunglasses is where it's at?
God I hope not.
And, as Matt says,
Take Care and Fish On!
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