Analog Sportsman

“I hope I am not bothering you, Rich, but I need you to pick up a loaf of bread on your way home. It is no big rush,” Donna told me over the phone.

Unfortunately she had contacted me on the cell phone she and Bob, my son, had bought for me a couple of years ago.

And, she was “bothering” me. I was standing in the middle of a stream, casting to trout that were rising to eat floating mayflies.

It was one of the few times I had run into rising trout before the big flood, and I had to scramble to extract the phone from the left breast pocket of my shirt that was covered by a sweatshirt and my fishi...