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It was a brisk 28 degrees (-2 for me Celcius friends), as Dennis and I braved the fast but low flowing waters of the middle Provo River. We had been taking gorgeous brown trout all morning using very small midge patterns.
But now, we could feel the bite of the winter wind as the chill factor was making us feel like it was about 5 below (-20C). We could see the calling card of the severe winter storm warning we shrugged off earlier in the morning.
Part of me was glad Man Child, "Jack", had decided to stay home and watch the house while Dennis and I stole a few hours from the legacy of the middle Provo. Part of me was now concerned that the Fishwhisperer vehicle could traverse Parley's mountain pass in the weather to come.
It was then it happened. My manganese studded wading boots slipped on the snot like algae covered polished rock just below my favorite fishing hole. Despite my best attempt to emulate someone who is nimble, I flopped forward into the frigid waters.
The vest and waders provided a brief few moments of buoyancy. Then the icemelt stream entered said waders and I flowed along the river like a spent mayfly shuck. Though not fearing for my life, I was intrigued to see how this chapter would end.
Then my right arm got snagged on a root outcropping exposed by a season of heavy water releases from Jordanelle Dam. My right arm was hurting and the sea anchor created by the water in my waders caused extreme resistance against the 151 cubic feet of water a second (as compared to mid summer releases of 1500) flowing past me.
I could not shake loose of the roots and it was getting harder and harder to keep my face out of the water. Each attempt to lift my head was answered by a rip and tear at my right forearm. Even in this water flow, I could see blood oozing from my right forearm.
Wondering where my fishing buddy was, gave me hope as I made one last attempt to pull free.
Gathering all my strength, I tried to sit up in the stream and pull on the root shackles that bound me. As I did, I could see my arm in front of me.
It was solid red from mid arm to my fingers. I looked around and found myself in my bed awaking from my first night with my new full fiberglass cast.
I'd like to say it was a dream, but I really do not have such vivid vibrant dreams without the aide of a gluttonous Italian meal accompanied by Dionysian quantities if good red wine, supplicated by a couple of nice cigars, and of course a night cap of equal lineage.
Yeah, I made all that crap up, but did research the water flow in the middle Provo.
If you are wondering, I am completely off the narcotics, in fact my last dosage was three Advil last night at dinner time.
It has been a few days since I said hello to you all and had a few minutes this morning to get you up to date. Not that you really care, but this is a great aerobic workout for my left hand.
On Wednesday I was enjoying my first real drug free day and had a few errands to run. There were still latent narcotical influences in my blood so I was at the mercy of Devin's tumultuous schedule.
I devised a plan that would allow me to escape the confines of our home and her whirling dervish itinerary. I had her drop me off at the bank where I had to arrange to send some monies to my good Friend Jerry Brown in Sacremento.
Devin left me, and I finished my business and decided to walk the two miles or so to the UPS store for my next errand. I arrived and executed my overnight package. Then I thought it wise to let my soulmate (Devin, not 18 year old single malts) know I had left the bank.
I called and she was on her way back from picking up Jack from school. I said to her, "If you happen to be looking for me, I am at (our local grocery store)." There was a short pause, followed by, "If I happen to be looking for you? I am coming back to get you. Why did you decide to walk to the UPS store?"
Jack and Devin arrived shortly there after and explained that perhaps my decision to leave without notifying them was a bit of a mis-calculation as they went on to describe scenarios where I dropped dead of a heart attack, was struck by a motor vehicle, or kidnapped by aliens. (Mmmm, now that they mentioned it, my bottom was itching a bit after the walk?)
Besides that, they thought it was funny I said, "If you happen to be looking for me?"
Thursday, my entourage of Dennis, Jack and I all flew to Utah as I had my first post surgery appointment with wild and crazy Dr. V. on Friday morning. Right before take off, Devin called with the good news that a severe winter storm warning was issued for the entire Wasatch Range for the next 36 hours.
We arrived and made it up the mountain and checked the cupboards and we all chipped in to make some penne pasta with vodka infused creamy marinara sauce. Having been off pain killers for 48 hours, it felt safe to join Dennis with a nice glass of cab.
Friday morning the entourage enjoyed breakfast at our favorite greasy spoon eatery, Virg's. As we ate we watched the snow get more menacing. Once on the I-15 freeway, it was quite clear we were going to arrive almost on time for my appointment.
We did arrive with seconds to spare. I spotted Dr. V. from the lobby and I yelled out, "You did this to me!" He quickly replied "No, you did that to you, I just modified it." And the visit began.
Here are a couple of pictures of Franken Hand. CAUTION:SOME MIGHT FIND THESE IMAGES SHOCKING. OR REALLY BORING. OR SEE THEM FOR WHAT THEY ARE, AN INDIVIDUAL'S DESPARATE CRY FOR ATTENTION.
Jack, Dennis and I made it home tonight about 5:15. Jack and I were greeted with Sloppy Joes and a Denver loss. Mr. Market did not have a loss this week.
I know a really bad segue, but I really did not think I'd be working on this blog at 11:00 PM. Let's get to some market stuff.
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