M30...the quarry, #22 purple, #6 medium and #4 coarse... the items in the box. While they sounded like fishing jargon, they were not. On this fine opening day of early trout season, I was seated in a dentist chair getting a root canal. Timing as they say is everything... unless it's not . Having just had my teeth cleaned/examined and getting a gold star from the dentist/hygienist only a week prior, M30 started speaking to me. A dull tinge at first became a full blown get me a pair of pliers please by Friday 3:08am (I recall the time on the clock still). Fortunately I was able to get in this morning and get the procedure done. The sights, sounds and smells of dental work is unique to be sure. A series of excavations, followed by manual drilling and conditioning the root canals, digital x-ray images, finally filling the canals and leaving a temporary cap, and phase 1 is done. Next are making a crown mold and then a final trip to place the crown. The lidocaine now just starting to wear off (a miracle drug for sure), I will see how things feel later and whether heading over the pass tomorrow is an option. I convinced myself while staring at the ceiling for nearly two hours that the fishing at Lenice and Nunally was dogged slow and none of you were having any fun.