I wrote about one of these previously and when doing a long of long-distance motorcycle touring, had given the idea of a personal emergency device some real thought. The long-distance (relatively speaking) cycling has brought that back to mind. Continue reading “Personal locator beacons”
Good idea, not always possible. For active people on two wheels or four, on snow or water, hiking, hunting or whatever — something or somebody can whack you. I have been lucky in around a quarter-million miles on a motorcycle and now closing in on 1000 miles on a bicycle (plus skiing, hiking, kayaking) — often alone — to not have been hurt along the way.
My friend John Chalmers was wearing a RoadID the other day when we rode together — an item about which I had thought before — and that spurred me to get one. Not expensive and it makes medical and contact info immediately available to first responders. I plan to wear mine 24/7 as soon as it comes in the mail. If you are active, think about it. Click the logo for more info.
Work sure gets in the way of fun, but not this weekend! Memorial Day weekend with some reunion prep work at Jones Valley and two wonderful days fishing on the Caddo River with Cousin Larry. Friday was all work including a lot of weed-eating and assembling a cart for the riding mower — that would be the cart with no instructions for the jillion pieces. Our combined heads prevailed nevertheless. The day was polished off with a meal prepared by Larry’s mom and sister.
Saturday was a fishing day. We did the short trip, Caddo Gap (Manford Road, where the swinging bridge is) to the Narrows. The start was a little shaky at the bridge due to some huge trees that had washed up against the bridge structure. We had to haul our worthy craft around the fallen timber. The next day would have us starting upstream from there and hoping that a kind soul with a chain saw had come along the way.
I caught maybe a dozen that day, with larry catching quite a few more. Mostly bream but with a few Brownies thrown in. The day was topped off with a couple of Shiner Bock and another fine meal from Larry’s family. My refrigerator in the camper remains full.
Here is a good example of one of the many finely-colored Bream we caught. The colors really did not come out well, but you get the idea.
Then came Day 2. I started the day with a hike up the mountain to “Igor’s” cabin — not the real name, but you get the drift. Spooky. But with a very nice pond just below it.
It was the most exciting 45 minutes of fishing I’ve experienced! Toss a lure, pull in a fish, take it off the hook. Repeat. The photo doesn’t do it justice — darn phone camera.
Then the river. We launched at 9:57 and would make the 8.5 miles in just over 6 hours. For the first 5 miles we fished a lot.I bagged 23 fish total including 6 bass (1 largemouth, 1 smallmouth, 2 Rock Bass, 3 Brownies). Fantastic day. Rained the whole way but we were prepared. The route was Norman at the Hwy 27 bridge back to Arrowhead.
In fact, as I write this (about 5:30 Sunday) it is pouring down rain. The drops on the camper roof are steadily thumping and popping and a cool breeze is wafting through the open windows.
Here’s a good shot of the river with my kayak in the foreground.
The last picture is at the takeout the first day. We exited at the Arrowhead lodge/canoe rental place run by “John.” And no, that’s not a fish Larry is wrangling there but a towel drying his feet — and likely massaging them a bit too as he had forgotten his wading shoes!
Speaking of wading shoes — my new felt-bottom waders and waterproof socks performed perfectly. No slipping on rocks and feet stayed DRY!
It’s almost 6 and the rain continues to pour down as I write. I love the sounds here. This morning, just before daylight, a whippoorwill broke the still of the cool night air. Before long he was joined by another and they serenaded me for a bit. Also in the morning, up at “that” cabin and pond, the bull frogs were in fine voice and at times I was certain that I was totally surrounded by them and that they would be pouncing upon me any minute — made me feel right guilty about all the frog’s legs I’ve eaten!
Headed home tomorrow, back to reality.