By Louis Cahill
I loved that movie when I was a kid, didn’t expect to live it.
If you haven’t seen the 1971 classic “The Andromeda Strain,” well, I guess this is a good time to catch up. The movie is about a deadly virus brought back from space. It’s a good bit deadlier than what we have now and ultimately easier to wrap up in just over two hours, and as far as I can tell they have toilet paper.
It’s a sign of the times, I suppose, that something as simple as a virus can be such a controversial thing. It seems that half of the country is convinced that Covid 19 is a giant hoax while the other half thinks it’s the end of the world. Here in Georgia a man was stabbed to death in the grocery store over a pack of toilet paper. I guess that is a step closer to the world ending. Not from Covid 19 but from mass stupidity.
I’m not going to preach to you. I honestly don’t care how you respond to this pandemic (or hoax if you like), just leave me out of it. As for me, social distancing has become a way of life this past year. I’ve been on lockdown like a New Yorker since last spring, with eye surgeries and the ensuing complications. I’m currently scheduled for surgery #7 on April first. Don’t know if it will happen or not at this point. It has been rescheduled several times due to a prolonged bout of Pneumonia, which I have just beaten.
The recent Pneumonia makes me one of those folks who supposedly die from this current bug, so I’m taking it seriously. I’m not interested in the argument over whether it’s a hoax, a conspiracy or a threat to our existence, I’m just tired of being sick. I’m staying away from people. I’m getting some shit done, trying to eat right and get some sleep. Hopefully soon, I’ll be waking my hands frequently in stream water. I still know a few spots that offer social distancing.
One thing I do know is not a hoax. This thing is hurting a lot of good folks and many of them are in the fishing business. Guides are spending prime fishing days at the vise, lodges are closing and many of the folks who support the fly fishing community are taking a big hit in the wallet. When this is all over, anglers are going to look around and see a lot of familiar faces missing and not because their blood turned to sand like in the movie.
Personally, I’m trying to support some of those folks as best I can. I bought a cool print from Dave Danforth over at Reel Local the other day. I think that was money well spent. I get a cool piece of art for the wall and we get to keep a great artist in the fishing space. I’m sure any guide would be happy to book you for a day “to be determined.” Maybe you need a handful of streamers from that local tyer. And is it really a coincidence that those checks the government keeps threatening to issue are just about the price of a premium fly rod? Hum…maybe.
Whether you are standing in the river or riding the NYC subway with a trash bag on your head, stay well, be kind, do your part and remember, there’s lots of stuff out there you can wipe your ass with. You don’t have to stab anyone. I’m sure there’s a team of doctors in an underground bunker, somewhere in the desert working to save the world, or it’s all big hoax. Either way we’ll get through it.
Seriously though, watch “The Andromeda Strain.”Louis Cahill Gink & Gasoline www.ginkandgasoline.com email@example.com Sign Up For Our Weekly Newsletter!