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To: altair19 who wrote (42868)	4/19/2005 9:13:34 PM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 104191

Can't you schedule a practice? I practiced trout fishing instead. Even though I didn't get a single bite, I had peace, quiet, and fun exploring. Today was the first time I wore my waders at this spot. I walked around searching for fish and potential holding spots for them. The added bonus was that I was able to retrieve a bunch of lures, bobbers, and other ornaments hanging from the outstretched tree branches on the opposite side. The kids' tackle boxes are now restocked. It was cool. I got over to the far side of the stream where previously I could only imagine what the submerged structure looked like. There were a few large boulders and pockets where I thought I'd see fish. Maybe in the future. I made some mental notes of undercut banks, and deep pools. I ventured upstream to areas where the cover was too thick for landlocked fisherman to angle. Then I had one of those nervous moments. Each step was getting a bit deeper so I attempted to veer towards the bank. Unfortunately this was an area that must have caught much of the silt and mud during the snowmelt run-off. My foot went down about 12 inches. Then it grabbed onto my ankle. So I stepped forward with my other foot and it grabbed hold of that one too. But even deeper. My mind flashed to old black and white movies of Tarzan where someone gets caught in the quicksand. As I wriggled I would sink a tiny bit deeper. The water level seemed to get a bit closer to my armpits and the top of my waders. I could feel my heart take a few big pounds. I decided to take a deep breath and try to relax myself. It didn't work too well. Next I decided to take a deep breath and pull my friggin foot as hard as I could. My stiff leg sunk a little bit more. But finally the suction broke and my foot came out. Whew! I worked the other one free and eventually made my way back to the rocks. Twas a learning experience. Twas fun. Twas way cool exploring this section of the creek. Next time I venture further up to that peaceful bend that kept calling my name. Mr. Fatty Fat Fish Face lives there. I'm certain of it. -Clapper