Jim at Police Outpost

Some friends...

Well, the first time I fished the Elk River with Jim he was really, really nice to me. Of course, his daughter Deanna, "all growed up" now, but about eight at the time, was with us as well, so ... you know. The next time (might be usin' a bit a poetic licensing stuff here, time-wise anyway) it was different. 

I was haulin' 'em in, as usual. Jim seemed a might antsy, even perturbed you might say. It might a had somethin' to do with how many fish he was catchin'.

"Don't worry Jim", says I, "they're only cutthroat. Ya might even say there's even a certain kinda quaint virtue in NOT catchin' 'em in a place like this." I don't mind tellin' you that made me kinda proud o' my councellin' skills right there at that moment.

Jim didn't say much right off. I was kinda thinkin' ..."well that's a fine howdy do. Not so much as a 'thankee kindly'."

"Let me have a look at that there fly, Jobob." suddenly says Jim.

"Sure thing, Jimbo." I flicked my line in his direction. I aimed for his nose. I knew he would appreciate the jocular, goofy, light-hearted gesture 'o brotherly camaraderie.

Well,what happened next is somethin' I think you will all agree is beyond belief... somethin' from the twilight zone. Jim grabbed my tippet outa tha air. What the.... You're never gonna believe this ... He hauled off and just ripped my "Abomination" (a beautiful fly, if I do say so myself) plum right offa the leader ... with a thunderous snap that shook me to my bones. Then he tied it on his own tippet!!


Ever since that day I've been mighty careful around Jim. Whenever Jim is givin' me a new wack o' his old rods, or takin' pictures o' my boat, or his wife, Lynda, is takin' pictures o' my boat, or Lynda is changin' her schedule so she can drive with me into the wilderness o' BC with my boat, or Lynda is drivin' me around, or they is givin' me money, or askin' other people ta give me money, I feel like I hafta walk on eggshells. Just for example ... in thisy here picture ... that one up above ... while Jim was standin' in my boat... to help sell 'em ... he asked if I wanted him to hold onta a fly rod. Well, I don't know if any a you guys have seen Jimmy castin' ... I mean he flings that stuff all over the place. Also, I remembered that time on the Elk River. "Jimbo," says I," jus' maybe hold onta yer guitar fer dear life ...like ... you know... I do with some friends."