chuckie
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I'm sorry you have to go through this pain Jack, I hope the Docs can find some relief for you.
Well said WJ, you just described me and my feelings about that. I first fished in the surf when I was about 9 or 10, I'm 80 now and last surf fished about 5 years ago. Like you, my hands are now rendered pretty well useless with ankylosing arthritis, so I can't control a cast, and the rest of me is so decrepit, if a wave knocked me down I'd probably drown, so that part of my life is over, sadly. You mentioned trigger finger - both my father and I had surgery to fix that, and it wasn't too bad and it worked very well.further observations- Fishing was my first passion and by far the most powerful. Some of my passions are not as easy as they were, some not possible at all. To give you some idea of the ferosity of my love for surf fishing I offer this- I wrote it 24 years ago. I still feel the same in every part of me...excet my body... f S U R F F I S H E R M A N' S C U R S E
It is a most peculiar aspect of human nature that pain
and suffering seems to enhance ones passions, what
ever they may be. For me it is the surf. Few things
I've experienced have truely satisfied me like
standing in a pounding surf and fishing. Too late in
my life, I realized that I enjoyed fishing in the surf
BECAUSE of that challenge rather than IN SPITE of it.
The surf, as I have written before, is, in many ways,
like a lover, capable of stealing your life as you
expose yourself to her potentially deadly forces, or
making your wildest dreams come true. And each time it
is the mystery of "which will it be today" that draws
me to her. On the days she has been kind and generous
I leave feeling 100% fulfilled. On the days when I
escape her cold, cruel indifference with nothing but
my own life I still feel a kind of victory..."not
today, you bitch!"
A lot of people that THINK they enjoy fishing haven't
ever experience true fishing fever, for which no cure
exists or is desired. One things is certain, it is a
life-time deal and it doesn't diminish with age. No
matter how much I do it or what the results, it's
never enough...ever.
One strange thing, though, the more these old bones
protest, the more the spirit cries for more. I don't
know how this conflict is going to be resolved. It is
NOT how I want to meet my final reward but even I can
see the poetic justice, should it go that way.
Just remember that us fanatics DO need our pain...we
eat it like candy.......W. J.
A Chromebook might be your jam.First of all let me say how very much your prayers well-wishes and support mean to me as I adjust to this, my new reality. This is a tough one for me but I appreciate it and am greatly comforted by it. I want to be clear about my situation. I will be 8o in June but my over-all health is good. I have slowed down some over the years but I STILL can and do cut, split, and stack my own fire wood. maintain the care and feeding of my 5 acres and various duties and projects. I FEEL good....except for my hands. They are numb and hurt most of the time. Night time is hell. The range of motion in my finger is very limited. Fine movement and tedious tasks are all but impossible. My shooting days are over for anything bigger than a .22. So Glad I have my 617-6! If I am shooting anything bigger than a .22, something very bad is about to befall me. Tying knots, holding a fork, picking up small objects ....and.....typing are all but impossible . To illustrate the point I have been working on this for 48 minutes. I have to stop and take breaks to let my fingers rest. I will log in frequently but wont be able to post as often or as much. Typing is very painful so I hope you will all understand. I give thanks for the good things I have in my life not the least of which is the friendship and caring from all of you.