Bleached Blond

Living in the Cove, I do most of my fishing on small streams. I have learned that I need to be stealthy in my approach to good fishing spots if I don't want to alarm the trout. This sneaking often involves ducking underneath tree limbs and old farm-lane bridges. Sometimes I don't duck low enough.

A month ago, I had to squeeze underneath an old wooden bridge. At 71, I am not quite as flexible as I once was, and I whacked my head on a bridge beam. Having carelessly done this numerous times over the years, I figured I'd have a couple of cuts on my head underneath my fishing hat.

Sure enough, when...