Okay let’s get in the time machine and jump forward 7 years. Felt has banned for 6 years now and diddy has spread across the MO Ozarks like a cold at a daycare. Through the miracle of science and technology, developed at Missouri Science and Technology in Rolla, we know who spread the diddy into MO.
TSI Mountain Home (Trout Stream Investigation) led by Don Paradise has identified the original vector. Don is just like Don Johnson in Miami Vice, only instead of a pastel suit and cigarette boat, Don Paradise wears Simms G3 waders and gets around on a sit on top Kayak. He’s an imposing figure.
To protect the innocent Don won’t name names but uses the culprit’s initials, OB. It has been determined that OB had been fishing The White River that fateful weekend and then made his way west to Taneycomo to fish. He didn’t have felt soled wading boots but his neoprene gravel guards were still wet when he entered the water. The few spores needed to infect the waterway were dispersed by OD unknowingly.
OB had difficulty at Taney catching any fish so he raced up 44 to catch a limit at Bennett for the frying pan. Little did he know that residing in the neoprene liner of his new Vibram soled wading shoes were more spores. They had hung on for dear life until he hit the water at Bennett Spring.
After another unsuccessful try to catch trout at Bennett he headed to a secret trout fishing location on his way to St Louis. We’ll just use the initials to throw everyone off the trail, BSC. He was also skunked at BSC but what he failed to realize were the spores that had been hiding in landing net webbing since AR.
The same net fisherman use to remove the protective slime on fish when they catch fish only to be released. He had stumbled in the water at BSC and the net which had stayed out of the water at Taney and Bennett was now transferring the deadly organism to BSC.
This my friends, is how the Ozarks became a waste land for trout fishing. When OB was informed of his misadventures he was confused, because he had not worn his felt soled wading shoes. He was extremely upset, for he was a concerned conservationist and fisherman, who loved his trout streams.
Sad and dejected upon hearing the news he looked down at his dog and said “Come on Diddmo, let’s go in and have dinner. Mom is cooking up the trout I snagged in outlet 3 on my last trip to Taneycomo.
Film at 11.
Pete