Hooked!

By James Taber

So first thing one morning I hop into the Ford ready to do battle, I mean work for the company.

My fly rod, which is 9 feet long, is poking over the front seat, so I hop in and feel a sting in my ear.

I look in the rear view mirror and have hooked my ear on the fish hook on the end of the pole.

After a few seconds of reflection to plan my escape, I tugged gently, nope, she’s a-holding on...wiggle the hook, no escape.

Finally I took the old military mantra and put it into effect,

“A wrong action is better than no action at all”, and popped the hook out of my ear, along with a chunk of Me.

I then drove into work holding a glove to my ear to staunch the blood flow...now

I kind of know how the fish feels!.

James Taber is a frequent contributor to The Bridge Weekly. He lives in Woodsville, NH.