My knee

I've been more or less ignoring a bad knee for some time now, but over the past few weeks, it has become increasingly painful and troublesome. Now, when I should be out throwing white-gloved howdy's in the shallows, I'm thinking about just how much it would hurt to slip on a rock wading the stream.

This season has seen me on the river less than any season in the past dozen years, and now I'm feeling the best thing is to stay off the stream until I get my knee fixed up, so I can fish without worry and pain next season. I saw a doctor finally the other day. Tuesday I go for X-rays and an ultrasound, and we'll see if I've done any nasty damage.

Meanwhile, I'm going to stick to wandering the woods picking mushrooms. Maybe I'll try a day or two at the Grand, where the wading is easy, before the end of the season. If I don't check back in here before the season is over, thanks to the few gentle souls who have dropped by this place, for your patience.