A funny thing happened to me yesterday. As I was approaching my favorite hole on the stretch of river I was fishing, a plover started making a ruckus on a gravel bar. I looked over there and saw something floating down the river right by the gravel island. I waded over to it and was surprised to find a gift from the gods...a little dinged up from its ride but no worse for the wear. I'm technically taking a break from beer (don't worry, I'm still enjoying cocktails), but who am I to look a gift beer in the mouth? I enjoyed it riverside immediately. Oh and I caught some fish, a couple of which were a little larger than average.