What's In A Name?

So, I've been wondering how people come up with their blog titles and ID names... I'm sure there is some interesting background or a funny story behind some of them.  Maybe something that we never even thought of!  When I look at some of these titles...I think, wow, that could have been mine!  Example:  Windknots and Tangled Lines...Oh, for sure, that could have been mine!  There are some stories behind "Adventure In Every Riffle".   Oh, when I started fly fishing two years ago, I was a little nervous about wading out in the middle of a river.  I don't have the best sense of balance, you see.  So, I bought a life preserver!!  My friends laughed. Have you ever seen anyone with one around their neck fly fishing?  Well, it is now on the back of my pontoon for the lake, which is a must. After a few times out, I got better on my feet and a little braver.  And I now know what my limits are. But, I had to learn the hard way...

My first "Adventure In Every Riffle", was taking a wrong step in a current that was a little too fast for my own good.  Oh, I could feel the pressure against my legs as I was about ready to go under and down the river!  Fortunately, I was just a few feet away from the bank where there were some large branches for me to hang on to, until a river buddy reached out to me and gave me his hand.  Whew!  My heart was racing on that one.  Lesson learned.  If you get your fly caught in a tree...cut your losses!  A full load of water inside the waders and one Ipod waterlogged.  Oh, I sure do love my Simms waterproof bag, which I bought shortly thereafter! That was on the Greys River in Wyoming.  One of the best dry fly locations in the summertime.  What a beautiful, secluded place it is.  Besides that little scare, it was an awesome trip.  Some great camping areas also.  I'm planning on revisting this summer.

The second "Adventure In Every Riffle", was on the Weber River in my own neck of the woods...Utah.  It was a beautiful, sunny day with a great, blue wing olive hatch going on.  I had two fish netted mid morning and was quite excited about the prospects!  All of the sudden, I heard children's laughter and screaming.  I looked upriver and saw a family of tubers coming swiftly towards me.  Now, this isn't a part of the river that gets tubers...in fact, it was the first time I had seen it on this stretch.  A few minutes later, the children's laughter was turning into shrills!  The tubes had overturned due to some low lying tree branches. The mother had her hands full for sure, as the tubes were going down the river and the children were trying to stay afloat in the current of the river even with their preservers on.  The father was lagging behind and not in view yet.  What was even scarier, was that these young boys were only 4-6 yrs old...So, I quickly went against the current as fast as I could go and grabbed one child and one tube with my flyrod under my arm, while the mother got hold of the other child.  Let me tell you, if that wasn't an adrenaline rush!   It took a few more minutes to gather up belongings and head to the riverbank.  The dad came up as we were placing the children on safe ground.  What do you think was the first thing out of the mother's mouth?  Yep,  "It's time to go home!! We've had enough fun"!!  She was so thankful and appreciative of my help and I was amazed that with my poor sense of balance, that I got over there in time!  What you can do when you don't have any alternative than to help!  Anyway, I sat at the side of the river for probably another half hour, just calming down my heart...And thanking God that everything worked out fine.  And as a damselfly landed on the plant next to me, I couldn't believe how this day was filled with so many adventures, beauties, and blessings and how a few fish were just a side note...

                 Thus, "Adventure In Every Riffle" and why I am "The River Damsel".