Since this post was hijacked by the starter... how about close encounters as well? This spring the Big Thompson, past Estes Park, was up... really up, and the guide decided that the week we were there it was just starting to become wadeable...barely. To make a long story short, he took me out into the middle of the river, with me hanging on to him, where he left me... to go work with my friends... up river. Which didn't bother me at the time. This was after several hours of fishing and my legs were already like rubber. Fortunately, thye guide loaned me a Simms wading staff, and I had to use both hands to maintain my balance in the current while still preserving my new rod and old dignity. Fortunately I made it to the bank and promptly bought a wading staff that afternoon in town. It took all I had to get out of that river and in hindsight, it was probably dumb not to have stayed in eye sight of someone. Sometimes we don't realize how dangerous a situation is until we are out of it.
- Charlie