No, It isn't that 'We Who Love To Fish

 Yes, of course, accidently setting "Skinny Lenny"on fire, and having to push him into the freezing pond to put him out, might sound a bit clumsy but...

 We Who Love To Fish are by Nature, lovers of all things Aquatic, and it just takes a while to gain our Land Legs ( and Feet, and Hands, and Other Stuff like that...)

 My "Fat Fishing Buddy" Tony, is the perfect example of this phenomenon-- Graceful at fishing, but keeping him upright on Land, could be a chore...

 One very cold day, we decided that it was better for us guys to fishing, then for Tony to remain at home with his "loving" (Born of Klingon Descent, for sure) Wife... She was  in a "Slightly Annoyed" mood that Tony wasn't available to go to dinner at her Mother's home (Her Mother was the fire breathing fundementalist-type... who believed that a Man's only purpose on Earth was to give her Female grandchildren and then die) due to a work assignment...

 Out on the river, Tony's mood had brightened, and he proceeded to catch a couple of fine Largemouth Bass, while I guided the boat, and sipped something wonderful out of a beer can...

 Going back to shore for a break, I pulled the boat alongside the riverbank and hopped neatly out of the boat and easily made the two and a half foot jump up onto Land... ( I am born to hop)... Tony, not to be outdone ( All 300 lbs of him...) attempted the same manuever, with the following results...

 About one foot up on the bank where his boots landed, there just happened to be a lot of wet, slippery mud... He hit this squarely, and began sliding backwards... All of this seemed like it was in very "Slow Motion"... ( Like all really great screwups...)

 Sensing his plight, Tony literally started "Grabbing At Straws", there was a small milkweed bush sticking out of the bank... He managed to gain a hold of one little branch of the stuff, while I rapidly attempted to reach out and grab him... All for naught, I am afraid...

 Said branch gave way fully, and with Tony's "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" still in the air, he hit the boat's sidewall, and tumbled butt-first into the drink...

 I can't remember how hard I was laughing, but the Brain, in it's Native Wisdom will block such violent reactions, until one returns to some semblance of sanity and rational thought...

 Yes, Tony cussed and cursed me out all a eloquent and surprising, if soaked, vehemance, but then started to laugh at himself, too--- That's a sign of Good Health... He's not known for it very often! LOL! :)

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