|Fishing Injury, Day 3 Healing|
Later in the day, when AGAIN hung up on bushes I pulled up with my fly rod and broke it. Well, it had to have been brittle and cracked or something, because NO fly rod would break that easily. At any rate, I should have pulled straight back with the line instead of the rod.
That wasn't the end of our crappy Labor Day holiday. When we returned home we found that our refrigerator had crapped out too, and all the food was rotten. Had to buy a new refrigerator, which, when delivered the next day, didn't fit in the space. So I tried to force it. I even removed the adjacent counter top. My wife would have nothing to do with THAT solution, so the new refrigerator goes back and we had to special order one that was only 33 inches wide, instead of 36. That was my weekend.