Maybe I’m committing some sort of phrase crime, but “the last straw” reminds me more of “drawing straws” than it does camels. In movies, to up the ante of suspense, the last guy to draw the straw always gets the short one. Camels are obviously no exception to the rule. The idea is that something so miniscule is piled on in such a way that just one more can wear you down completely. This thing on day 3 was the mosquito.
Some things force me to randomly burst into dance, old funk is one of those. Mosquitoes also make me dance. In a way that is much more frantic and uncontrollable. Sometimes even running is involved, but this isn’t the first time…. *cue dream sequence* July something, 20 something. The day and year aren’t important. The place, San Juan river, New Mexico. It was something like 322 degrees outside and the only way to cool off was to stand deeper in the 30 something water. The fishing was insane on dries and I couldn’t leave. 3:00pm came, I had been marking the time of day to change flies. It was time, a tan foam top emerger. Why? The mosquitoes. Millions of them, so many that i was the only one left on the river and no amount of bug spray could keep them away. The fishing became better, but there is nothing you can do to fan bugs off of you when fighting fish. When I made it home I counted… 133 bites. I remember it well. I was almost in tears and the fever made it worse. *cut dream sequence, present day*
When we arrived at lake #3 you could hear them looming in the distance. The idea was to get low, wear some camoflage and wait, bayonette ready. Although armed, no weapon could defeat this enemy. It was 2 against a few million. It seemed that even the fish were hiding. We moved to lake #4. There were less numbers, but more aggressive beasts. Interpretive dance was the only escape. Fishing improved. Lake #5. We were on the front lines, dancing, running, and screaming. Lake #6. More front lines fighting, and fishing was awesome if you could sit still. Lake #7. All was calm as the sun set. With one fish to hand at this lake, I was alright. There were only a few mosquitoes. Was it worth the 40 some bites? Fishing is always worth it.