Worst weekend ever.
I picked up my sister at the airport (flew in from D.C.) and drove up to our brother's place in the Driftless Area. Saturday morning, driving through Viroqua, my engine made a strange sound and suddenly the turbocharger was gone. I was able to get around, but accelerating took some planning; it was like putting a 36HP VW engine in a Lincoln Navigator.
We went to a place that had been my favorite before floods scoured it out; we walked down about 3/4 mile to some better water, had nearly no luck (two 4" browns), walked down that a mile, then had a long walk across fields back. The grass is up to my chest and hides a multitude of potholes etc. My sister's bad knee didn't like that at all and she would cry out when she stepped forward and found that the step also involved a sudden 6" drop, jarring her knee. We were both tired and sweaty when we got back to the car. That evening, I realized that we had left my rods there when we had shed our waders. I drove back, only to find that my rods had both been run over. These were not cheap rods: A Sage LL 4711-2 and even more heartbreaking a Hardy Zenith one-piece 8'10 4-weight. Both irreplaceable. One of my reels was also busted.
It was a very expensive weekend.
I picked up my sister at the airport (flew in from D.C.) and drove up to our brother's place in the Driftless Area. Saturday morning, driving through Viroqua, my engine made a strange sound and suddenly the turbocharger was gone. I was able to get around, but accelerating took some planning; it was like putting a 36HP VW engine in a Lincoln Navigator.
We went to a place that had been my favorite before floods scoured it out; we walked down about 3/4 mile to some better water, had nearly no luck (two 4" browns), walked down that a mile, then had a long walk across fields back. The grass is up to my chest and hides a multitude of potholes etc. My sister's bad knee didn't like that at all and she would cry out when she stepped forward and found that the step also involved a sudden 6" drop, jarring her knee. We were both tired and sweaty when we got back to the car. That evening, I realized that we had left my rods there when we had shed our waders. I drove back, only to find that my rods had both been run over. These were not cheap rods: A Sage LL 4711-2 and even more heartbreaking a Hardy Zenith one-piece 8'10 4-weight. Both irreplaceable. One of my reels was also busted.
It was a very expensive weekend.