Dud and his strange behavior

Friday, August 2, 2019
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Slim Randles
Syndicated Columnist

It was Doc who first noticed Dud’s strange behavior.

I was too busy trying to put an elk-hair caddis fly on a size 16 just beyond that big smooth rock on Lewis Creek. I know there’s a big rainbow trout in that hole there, you see, and there is nothing more important, on a summer morning like this one, than enticing that big rascal into delivering himself to my waiting hands.

But Doc noticed that Dud had laid his fly rod down in the bushes and was doing strange things with his hands. Finally, Doc got my attention, pointed to Dud, and we both stopped fishing and walked over to see what our long-time pal was up to.

Dud would look around in the air, then make a one-handed grab at the air. After several grabs, he'd take two fingers of his other hand, put them in his clenched fist, and wiggle around. Then he’d smile and open his fist and look in the air again. Doc and I looked silently at each other, wondering how long it would take from our day of fishing to get Dud delivered to the nervous hospital in the city.

Dud, said Doc, how’s the fishing?

Huh? Oh hi. Not fishing right now, Doc. Experimenting.

( Slim Randles is a selfsyndicated columnist. This column is brought to you by https://www.merrickpetcare. com/ in Hereford, Texas.)