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we had planned the day in advance.

Borrowing everything, as I had nothing. Excited as I was, we had waders, flies, rods and everything.

We carefully carried everything, planning the exact spot where we would fish. My friend told his wife, don't get anything we're bringing home the fish, we're men now. She politely tells my wife, don't worry we'll be eating chicken tonight.

So we step gently across the river, and as I step toward our spot, my foot slips sending my feet straight up, filling up the waders as I float upside down, down the river. A river ran through me alright.

So much for my introduction to flyfishing.

We did have a perfect day otherwise, unless of course, you count the lack of fish. It was fun, as I fancied myself Brad Pitt on some mythical river bringing in a Gallilean haul.