Remember when ?

   Ahh remember when?   I remember hunting trips where I fell
and tumbled wildly over hills and gully's (ravines to you city folk)
and laughed for days about it.   I remember hitting rocks or trees
with the trolling motor  and propelling my body through the air
and landing in the bottom of the boat on a stack of rods and tackle
boxes and not being able to stop laughing for the rest of the trip.
  So how come today when I tried to do my Humpty Dumpty
impression at one of the club ponds I failed to see any humor at
all in it ?   I was walking the pond's edge catching some very nice
panfish and when I came to the spillway, or overflow where the pond
drains I was faced with a choice.   Either stop and go back or proceed
across to the promise land (or shore) on the other side.  Well if you
know me at all you know there is no turning back.  I made some quick
distance calculations with a ruler and a crayon,  eyed up the suitable
stepping stones, chose my landing spot wisely and took the plunge.
LITERALLY took the plunge.  One might say a running headfirst dive
into a pile of sharp rocks with cold water running through them.
The landing was extremely painful but it was accented by my roll into
the water's edge.  I scrambled up and stood there moving parts to see
if everything still worked.  Thank God it everything still bent where it
was supposed to bend.
   So there I stood .. thumb nail turning black, pinkie finger swelling,
knee and elbow throbbing, soaked from the waist down and for all I know
maybe fish in my pockets ! (exaggeration)   And I'm seeing no humor
what-so-ever in this situation.
     Luckily everything is fine and and I finished out my fishing day none
the worse for wear but after the fall and a couple of miles of rough trail
riding on the four wheeler getting back out I can imagine these old bones
are going to tell me all about it tomorrow.   So I'm happy to say I probably
won't need any healing prayers BUT Don't go too far away,  I might need to
borrow some Vicoden .