Coming soon! My fourth "Annual Penns' Clave Injury Report."

Blurt it right out? Seek the humor? Maybe try to tie it to a moral on some
totally unrelated subject...?

Maybe just stand on a mountain and raise my arm with my right fist
extending the middle finger and say , "Hah!" Take that world. Hell, you
can't scare me, I ain't afraid of death it's the dying I fear.

....and I'm afraid I can't match the courage and bravery I've seen. That
there will be no Indian chief to smother me with a pillow Like Jack
Nicholson had in "One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest." Afraid I'll be some
mindless drooling slob with not the brains or the physical capability to
take my own life...and I will.

I see nothing wrong with recognizing that existence is no longer a
beneficial experience. Freakin' Stephen Hawking, hell I'm in awe of him.

Aw, the middle finger will be healed by the time I make it to Penns. When
the knife slammed shut I knew it wasn't serious. Not enough force - it
stopped at the bone.

So I just wound some gauze down the finger starting at the tip and working
towards the hand, squeezed all the blood out. Filled it up with super glue
and wanted for it to dry.

It worked pretty good but it swelled a bit. Later it broke open at the skin
and some puss drained and it looks pretty good. It seems as if the meat part
stayed together so it is more like a deeper slightly red scratch now..

Cowardly. I mean I should have let the blood drain all down my hand, kinda
smeared some on my face like war paint and THEN went out and cursed the
world.

Well, what do you think?

For those who don't know and for those whose rapt attention I hold I'll drag
it out just a little longer.

The first year I attended with a broken big toe. That sucker would set over
night and we got out to the creek and 'snap' it would separate again.
Couldn't fish worth a hoot and when I got home the Dr was upset. I had
abused it almost to surgery.

The second year I attended I wasn't it too bad of shape. I told the Dr at
the ER I needed to go fishing the next day! so he fixed me up, sigh, I had
such high hopes.

Now last year wasn't too bad... Granted, I had a rather ugly stub where the
end of my finger used to be but the fishing was good.

Now, I thought I had been real careful not to talk about Penns (that's what
seems to bring on these freak accidents - the mere mention of a Penns Clave)
but I had to open my yap and start chatting smallmouth float trips and all.

So, what do you think? Want to hear about the injury or should I save it for
the campfire - should there be at least one night without rain . . .?

john