Heritage-Angler
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Keeping with the spirit of a Coxey-esque post, here's a little story about one of the fishing trips I shared with Rod.
About a decade ago, Don Douple, Dave Bittner, Rod, and myself went on an all day fishing outing on a Pocono stream. Don was guiding at the time, and had a nice Plymouth Grand Caravan (extra long version) equipped for fly fishing. It had a home made "Rod Loft" style rod rack. Don drove, and the rest of us loaded our gear and piled into the van.
When we got to the stream at first light, we all piled out and geared up. Rod was always the last one done, so Don hit the power lock button on his key remote, and we left Rod with the hatch up to finish gearing up. Don told him to just close the hatch when he was done, and everything would be locked up.
We fished and walked all morning, and returned to the van to grab some lunch. We'd wondered what happened to Rod, as none of us had seen him all morning. There he was, asleep in the grass beside the van. When we woke him, he was really ticked!
Here's what happened......As Rod was getting ready to lock up the van in the early morning half light, he removed his rod from the rack and closed the hatch. Only after it was closed and locked did he notice that the fly attached to his leader had come off the hook holder on his rod, and hooked to the front seat of the van. The entire leader, and a few feet of fly line were inside the van, and the hatch had pinched down firmly on the fly line. He couldn't get it out without ruining the seat material. He couldn't cut off the leader, as it was well inside the van. He didn't want to cut the fly line, so he just laid down alongside the van and went to sleep.
Hearing all this, the rest of us laughed! The more we laughed, the more angry Rod became. It was a LONG ride to our lunch spot, as the three of us bit our lip to keep from laughing. It took him a while to be able to laugh at that one! :lol:
About a decade ago, Don Douple, Dave Bittner, Rod, and myself went on an all day fishing outing on a Pocono stream. Don was guiding at the time, and had a nice Plymouth Grand Caravan (extra long version) equipped for fly fishing. It had a home made "Rod Loft" style rod rack. Don drove, and the rest of us loaded our gear and piled into the van.
When we got to the stream at first light, we all piled out and geared up. Rod was always the last one done, so Don hit the power lock button on his key remote, and we left Rod with the hatch up to finish gearing up. Don told him to just close the hatch when he was done, and everything would be locked up.
We fished and walked all morning, and returned to the van to grab some lunch. We'd wondered what happened to Rod, as none of us had seen him all morning. There he was, asleep in the grass beside the van. When we woke him, he was really ticked!
Here's what happened......As Rod was getting ready to lock up the van in the early morning half light, he removed his rod from the rack and closed the hatch. Only after it was closed and locked did he notice that the fly attached to his leader had come off the hook holder on his rod, and hooked to the front seat of the van. The entire leader, and a few feet of fly line were inside the van, and the hatch had pinched down firmly on the fly line. He couldn't get it out without ruining the seat material. He couldn't cut off the leader, as it was well inside the van. He didn't want to cut the fly line, so he just laid down alongside the van and went to sleep.
Hearing all this, the rest of us laughed! The more we laughed, the more angry Rod became. It was a LONG ride to our lunch spot, as the three of us bit our lip to keep from laughing. It took him a while to be able to laugh at that one! :lol: