Who would have thought?

When you think of fishing, you seldom envision too many things that can keep you from partaking in this recreational activity.

Think again.

I am on the disabled list.

That's right, in rehab-- to much pain to cast my fly. Or my powerbait for that matter.

Now, complaining about a "fishing injury" is sorta like complaining that a hangnail is keeping you from typing.OOHH poor baby! Nonetheless, I am telling you, I am in too much pain to cast.

I didn't exactly get injured fishing, so if your first thought was: "What, did he pull a muscle setting the hook?" Or "Does he have 'fisherman's elbow' ?" "Did he fall out of his folding lawn chair?"

You would be wrong.Although negotiating a lawn chair can be tricky business, especially while holding a beverage.

Actually, I am not one hundred percent sure how I got injured, but it might have had something to do with doing a face plant--or shoulder plant to be exact-- onto the basketball floor while playing a loosely resembled game of basketball.

I say loosely, because fi you saw the "brand" of basketball we play here in the "old boys" basketball league here in Southern Oregon, well--you would know what I mean.

As it was, I was already nursing a pulled hamstring, when as I limped along like a struggling Wildebeast, my shoe grabbed tight hold of the freshly finished hardwoods, and dropped me like a Douglas Fir sapling. Unfortunately, my "catlike" reflexes were unable to respond to the sudden pull of gravity, and I crashed shoulder first into the floor.

Sharp pain--no more basketball...

....or fishing.

I now have what modern medical technology has deemed as the "torn rotator cuff".

Move over Pedro Martinez, my pitching career may be over.

If you have never had a torn rotator cuff, then you will not know the pain I am in. If you have, then you will understand the strange feeling of being able to pick up seventy pounds in one direction, but the problematic task of combing your hair can drop you to your knees in anguish.

Luckily, I have no hair.

Even trying to turn your steering wheel, wax your car or picking up a pot of chili can make you wince in pain.

Of course, chili can make you wince in pain for other reasons--but that is a different story.

Reaching back into the cooler for a beverage? No can do Elmo--we are talking major problems here.

Naturally, it is my right arm--my casting arm-- and even though I don't exactly throw a ninety mile an hour roll cast, the casting motion definately brings out some really creative and colorful language.

So, for now it is the disabled list, while I ponder surgery or therapy, hoping there is an off chance that it is really really bad tendonitis just flaring up like an air bag in my shoulder.

There isn't enough ibuprofen on this planet to ease the pain when it hits you.

I mentioned that I wasn't really sure how I tore the rotator cuff--because when you think about it, the art of casting is similar to the art of pitching or throwing a baseball.(baseball or throwing is probably the most common cause of torn rotator cuffs)

Who is to say that the numerous hours spent trying to get just ten more feet of casting length has not taken it's toll on my casting arm.Pumping and wrestling in salmon and steelhead could surely put wear and tear on the shoulder also.

Maybe I should just hang up the ol' waders and call it a career?

Give up fishing? No way!!

Even if I have to go back to dangling a worm and bringing in a "relief" reeler, rest assured I will be back out there soon tossing casts into mighty rivers. I just might have to work my way back up by casting on creeks and catching smaller fish during "rehab".

Probably will have to pour smaller drinks too!

So beware of those fishing injuries, they can really put a crimp in your fishing life.

And if you see some guy stretching and warming up by tossing short casts ten feet out into the water--you just might want to ask him how his rotator cuff is doing.