I have the plague. I was given the plague by my son, who was given the plague by one of the other petri dishes in his class. It’s a vicious cycle really. The only light at the and of my mucas filled tunnel is knowing that, come Sunday I’ll be on the front of a skiff in the low country. We met Capt. Paul Rose at the WNC Fly Fishing Expo and over some late in the evening cocktails (we’re old so think 9:30 -10:00 here) a plan was hatched. We make it a general rule not to turn down invitations on other peoples boats, although there are a couple dingy offers floating around that I will have nothing to do with on princaple alone. Paul is out of the Charlotte area and guides both redfish out of Charleston and carp on Lake Norman making him the premier utility player of Piedmont based fly fishing guides (there are more then you would think…like six). Between now and then I have hired a shaman (he might just be a homeless guy…I have a pretty high fever) to follow me around driving the evil spirits from my flu riddled body. If that doesn’ work I’m thinking of a full colon cleanse, beacuse one way or another I’m going fishing.
I have no idea what’s going on right now,