First, the good news.
No one was killed or even [seriously] injured during the inaugural Wild Life Float Fishing extravaganza.
The bad news? Fishing was tough.
You can’t have it all, right?
Eight hardy souls showed up for the Saturday float on the James River, from the Iron Gate put-in to Gala.
It was nearly seven.
As those of you who followed earlier posts on this know, the Amatuer (that’s how he spells it) was one of those pushing hardest to make this group outing happen. Yet, 20 minutes after the meeting time, there was no Amatuer. Bummer. We left two shuttle vehicles at the take-out and headed to the put-in.
By the time we had everything set on the water, it was after 9 a.m. I drove up to the parking lot and who is sitting there in his car talking to another group of fishermen? The Amatuer. Intrepid readers may recall that the Amatuer had asked a couple of times for directions to the rendezvous spot. A couple of us provided detailed instructions. Yet the Amatuer ended up in Eagle Rock. Not the Eagle Rock boat launch area, mind you. Eagle Rock itself. Some kindly folks provided him directions that were apparently better than those we had offered, and he was able to get to the put-in.