A load of pecan wood.
And a back that went out with the trash.
Thanks to that combination – care to supersize it mister? – that’s why I spent the weekend sucking down pain pills and lying in bed groaning like a man older than my three kids think that I already am.
Right in the heart of the Texas big bass spawn, mind you.
And right as the bluebonnets reach their glorious spring zenith on the Lone Star landscape.
Not to mention just as the Lake Texoma striped bass begin to finally behave like they are supposed to.
So it was right on cue yesterday p.m. when word came from Rob, my fly guide bud from Lake Fork, that less than 15 minutes into a miserable weather day (often the best days to catch a big bass) client Randy Street had landed an 8.0 largemouth on a (Daniel) Solatu’s Wet Bandit.
Got to go Roberto, the back is calling you know.
This morning, I awoke to a back that seemed to be a kinder, gentler shade of unbearable.
Until the phone rang.
“Lynn, this is Steve,” confirming the wonder of Caller ID technology.
Instinctively, I reach for the Tylenol, knowing that this wasn’t a “How are you doing?” call from Steve Hollensed, owner and operator of the Lake Texoma based “Fly Water Angling Adventures.”
“Umm, I hate to ask this, but, umm, how is your back?” he queried as sound of a light spring breeze whispered in the background.
“Still sending me hare kari messages,” I moaned.
“Man, I hate to hear that. I was calling to see if you wanted to go fishing.”
Steady Burkhead, steady – here it comes.
“The stripers are going nuts out here,” he continued. “They are up on the bank and feeding like crazy. My third cast produced a 9.0 pounder – weighed her on the Boga.
“Well, I hope your back gets better. Just thought I’d call and see.
“Like I said, they are going crazy out here.”
Sure thing Stevo, just like I am back here.
Going crazy that is.
With a 17-pound gorilla on my back.