Almost every morning for the past 6 weeks or so, I have been taking my jet boat down to the Snake and fishing for smallmouth. I have also done this several times in January, February or March. During those early months I have worn a life jacket at all times for fear that I might fall in. I'm not sure that I would live long enough to enjoy bobbing around in the 40 degree weather, but it was a bit comforting. During the summer I do not wear my life jacket, but do hook up the motor's kill switch in case I fly out of the boat while running some of the shallows.
Yesterday my drag anchor rope wrapped around my trolling motor shaft. I was bent down leaning over the bow trying to untangle the rope, when I leaned too far and realized I was about to take a header into the river. I grabbed the motor shaft and ended up going in feet first. I was near shore, but couldn't stand up. I worked my way down the side of the boat and latched on to the grab bars around the center console. After a couple of tries I heaved myself over the side and was able to get in the boat. You should have seen the look on Bert's face when all this was going on.
The good points: It was summer and the water temp was 68 degrees. My 74 year old body still had the strength to get back into the boat. I might have learned the lesson that I won't fish alone during the winter. It was already 60+ degrees out and the sun was coming up so I drifted back down the four miles I had come upstream and caught several nice smallmouth on topwater, capped off by a battered, one-eyed bruiser that was 18" and put up a great fight.
The bad points: My camera doesn't work, and my AARP card is almost as wrinkled as I am.
But I'm headed back to the river in a few minutes.
