Warm thanks for allowing me to cast, SOR.
As the official lowest scoring male competitor at SOR, a comment:
Craig, James and several others commended me on casting, horrendous as my casting was. Why? Well, it was a coda on quite a heavy week.
Last week I got to experience one of life's milestones: On Wednesday before the competition I discovered a progression of a health issue, and informed my Chief of service that, after 29 years as a surgeon, I was now disabled from doing surgery. I had decided to withdraw from the competition. Then, my 10 year old daughter texted me: "Daddy, You can't be a winner if you don't try, you can't be a loser if you do try." Yikes!
Part of the culture of this competition is comradery and inclusion. The other Senior competitors and the Judges welcomed my re-entry. Unfortunately, going from 560 at Redneck-O-Rama in October, to 406 here is not just because of the deeper water. But, better to count blessings than curses. Spey-O-Rama and my daughter are a couple of blessings.
Comp efforts are probably over. Looking for gravel bottom wading. Might still work towards THCI. Time will tell.
Spey-O-Rama is, indeed, "Keen."
"The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope." John Buchan