It was time to restock the fuel for the pellet stove. I went back to the same hardware store/lumber yard I had gone to last time and had a different fella help me load the truck with six bags of wood pellets.
“You a big fisherman?” he asked. I figured he noticed my “Fear No Fish” logo.
“Not so big (if one doesn’t consider my abdomen), but I do like to fish.” As I’m replying to his question he is bent over, rolling up his right pant leg. He shows me a tattoo of the logo. “Nice.”
We then assume the position and have a nice chat about steelhead fishing on the coast and on the Santiam River, all the while being careful to not divulge the locations of our favorite fishing holes and limiting eye contact, as men are wont to do sometimes.