During cicada season I was fishing out of my kayak on my local tussock dam - I'd released a few trout without bother then I became engrossed with a fish that had swallowed the fly - needing two hands. My rod was balanced across the kayak like always but after releasing the trout I reached for my rod - oh dear, not there! It had obviously fallen off the kayak and I had completely missed the event! The wind had blown me closer to the shore so I paddled up wind, hoping that a little bit of the flyline would be floating but really thinking what am I going to tell my Insurance agent. After a while and I couldn't really believe it, there was the top foot of my rod sticking above the surface - the reel was resting on a weed bed with enough fronds coming to the surface to support it vertically - whew!
And then today I was fishing with a mate at the river - we had gone in different directions and were meeting back at the start to have lunch - I arrived only moments earlier and sat on the river bank so my legs were over the bank - had eaten lunch then realised I'd put my hand in some fresh cow shit. Looked around for the source and realised I was sitting slap bang in the middle of the pat! My only thought is that I was looking at my partner arriving and didn't look down as I sat down - had to take off my boots to get my shorts off then wash them in the river
. YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T GO POLLUTING THE RIVER THOUGH WITH YOUR SOILED PANTS 
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