When Your Plan Goes For A Crap.
Last Monday I decided that I might as well go rowing with everyone else even though there appears to be few fish and no Tyee to speak of.
Every year I try to get a fellow named Merv out with me but after a bit of a debacle last year he is forbidden to drive my boat, so I need to find a suitable seatmate who can operate my boat in order to get Merv out.
Back on the 27th. of August I arranged for another rodholder name of Dean to come out and run the boat while Merv came along.
That worked well so I thought I'd contact Dean again on the Monday just past and see if he was available and could come out Tuesday night.
My text was answered shortly thereafter, and it eliminated Dean as he was completely tied up and unavailable.
On to Plan B.
I texted a fellow named Kelly who had been out with me before and explained the whole situation to him, few fish, really slow and a guy named Merv would be sitting beside him.
Didn't take long and Kelly responded with an optimistic "Let's do it."
I was stoked so called Merv to tell him he could go out that night (Tuesday) as I had a seatmate.
He was enthusiastic, even knowing fishing had been slow, and I was happy to be able to get him out again.
Within the hour I received a call from Kelly who had told his wife he was going fishing that evening in the Tyee Pool.
She reminded him of an earlier obligation and informed him he wasn't going fishing in the Tyee Pool, or anywhere else until his previous obligation was completed.
That knocked out Kelly.
On to plan C.
I had Barry Darnell out earlier this year and he's usually keen to go, so I phoned him.
There was no answer, but I knew he was out driving a lot these days and would probably get back to me shortly, plus I left a message.
It was still morning so lots of time left.
An hour later my phone made a noise, and it was Barry, returning my call.
Turns out he was busy helping his wife in a theatrical presentation that was upcoming and couldn't make it, as much as he'd like to.
He and his wife have been involved with local theatrical stuff for years, so I understood completely, but I still needed another rodholder who could run my boat.
On to Plan D.
I worked with a young fellow 20 years ago and have had him out a few times and he's always ready to go, so I sent him a text, explaining my situation. His name is Dano, so plan D seemed appropriate.
Within the hour he replied with the info he was working out of town and not available that night but would be all weekend.
I'm booked all weekend, so that was a strikeout.
So, here it was, noon last Tuesday and after trying four different guys I had no rodholder for that night, save Merv of course.
I had a few other possibilities, but none seemed more viable than those I'd tried so I took a deep breath, gulped a couple of times and made the decision that I would take a chance on allowing Merv to run my boat to get us out of the river and to the fishing area, plus back close to the dock.
From there I would row in which removed the possibility of ramming the dock at half speed or any other of the mishaps that have plagued us before with Merv on the tiller.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders but was determined to not put Merv off any longer, so relaxed and carried on killing time until go out came along.
An hour before going out time arrived my phone made a noise again and it was Merv.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to go out tonight," he said, sounding as plaintive as could be.
"I'm having a bit of a problem," he claimed.
"Oh crap," I replied.
"Yes," he answered.
"Lots of it and far too often."
So, after trying for half a day to get a seatmate for Merv, striking out with four guys and then deciding to risk letting him drive again, it all went for a crap when Merv had to cancel.
Diarrhea is never fun.
Trust me.
I sat on the beach Tuesday evening.
It was nice but no Tyee were subdued.
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Take care.