My "agone agalay" began with my truck. The rising air temperature sent my tire pressures off and the auto tire pressure monitor was giving me all kinds of doom and gloom messages which took about a half hour of letting air out and re-pumping till the tire warning lights went out. New trucks with all the new fangled sensors can be a real pain in the _SS!.
The next call went to a friend who owned a business in downtown Squamish, "Hey Buddy, can I borrow your car so I can drive back to North Van and get my Keys?". He was a good friend and in half an hour I was on my way.
When I opened the truck with my spare I was hoping to find that I had left my key on the floor when I was pulling on my waders but that $500 key fob was nowhere to be seen. I was feeling dejected but at least I was now able to open and close the truck so I might as well put my waders back on and see if I could salvage part of the day and not fall in the river......(famous last thought!) As I picked up my wader I felt a funny lump in the neoprene sock.....a lump about the size and shape of a Dodge Ram Key fob!!! _amn!!!!
I put my hand down into the bottom of the sock and out came my lost key fob. Now it was clear that when I had put the key in the pocket of my jeans I had actually missed the pocket and it had slid down my leg. Since I was wearing thermals under my jeans I hadn't felt it even when I had taken the waders off! So, I had spent the last 4 hours of prime fishing time driving back and forth to North Van and Squamish chasing a key fob that was literally in my Sock!.......After sitting in a burger joint having a therepeutic burger, coffee and fries I contemplated what to do next......Well, might as well go fishing upstream to see if I can find some clearish water and some fish.....
Getting to the run, I was cool, soggy, but optimistic....turned out to be for good reason.