Last July, while backing my float boat into the river at a tight ramp, I made the mistake of focusing only on my side-view mirrors and not watching my front end. Next thing I know, there's a nice little paint scrape on the bumper thanks to a tree stump (below). It's one of those truck wounds that's not so bad I feel the need to dump buckets of money to fix it, and it's not so terrible that it bothers me every day. But over the weekend a buddy of mine saw it and said, "wow, you should really take better care of your truck." I probably should. At the same time, I look at a truck as another tool that is going to get somewhat messed up if you're using it properly. Take the trucks of fishing guides, for example.
The world around here this morning is “mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful,” as a very good poet once wrote. It is indeed spring, and we are in the throes of mud-season. The melt-and-thaw cycles of warmer days and overnight freezes turns our gravel roads--and my driveway--into a deep, coffee-colored goo.
Trout season opens soon. Maybe I’ll make it and maybe not. The problem will be getting there.
So I’ve recently become a pick-up truck owner. I've only had SUVs in the past, but given the nature of my hobbies, I finally decided that a pick-up was more practical in many ways. I only had one problem: I couldn’t stand laying rods in the bed with them hanging over the tailgate. I’ve just seen too many sticks get snapped or lose guides that way. So I began to tinker.