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My river walk fishing adventure

Man and woman fishing in a river.
Stock photo of a man and woman fishing in a river. (This is not me or anyone I know.)

Today, for some reason, I was thinking back on a time when my survival instinct had to kick in. Oh yes, now I remember...I was thinking about the fact that preppers are really survivalists. That's what made me think of this one time, about 20 years ago when the "survival me" had to come to surface. I was in a situation where I had no choice. It was literally a "do or die" situation.


My husband (at the time) and I were actively into primitive camping and fishing. He wanted me to experience walking a river and fishing it. So he, myself, and my oldest son set out to a place he had gone years before to do just that. We set up in a campground that was by a river. We were lucky to find one of the primitive sites that was only a few feet away from said river. The campground itself was not entirely primitive...they did have a shower and restrooms; which was almost like being at a five-star hotel to me! There was an area for tents along the river bank, so that's where we set up our tents.


The next morning we set out to "walk the river" and fish along the way. It was to be around a two hour trek. We had two vehicles, so we left one parked at a small bridge about a mile away from the campground. Then the three of us went in the other vehicle and drove, and drove, and drove until we came to what my then husband "thought" was the area that we needed to park to enter the river. Supposedly, the reason we drove and drove was because it was a hilly area and there were a lot of winding roads going around the terrain and following along the river. Yah, right. My thinking was he didn't really remember where the actual place was! Anyway...


We grabbed our gear and went down into the river. The river wasn't deep, but it was between knee to thigh high to me. It was a nice, warm, sunny day. Very pleasant for the mile or so that we were prepared to walk the river and fish.


After a couple of hours I was getting tired and hungry. We stopped at an area along the side of the river and had lunch. I was told that we only had a little ways to go, and I was so happy to hear that! I was exhausted. This was not something I had ever done before, and walking against the flow of the river (which was at the shallowest points knee high) wasn't like just normal walking. Not to mention the terrain at the bottom of the river was rocky, sandy, and everything in between. We ate our sand