A few weeks ago, Phil and I went to see Ronnie Kovach. He was giving a little seminar about fishing, where to go, what to use...that sort of thing. It was supposed to start at 7pm sharp, on a Thursday evening. So, Phil had to rush home, pick me up, head over to the place and eat something before it started. Well, we made it on time. Us and a few other fishinmagicians made it on time.
You know who didn't make it on time? Or should I say at all?! Ronnie himself. He was a complete no show. No phone call telling the venue he wasn't coming. Nothing. And due to lack of status-telling phone call, we all just sat around thinking he was stuck in some horrendous LA traffic. We waited and waited...but he never came. The venue apologized on his behalf and took our names down, telling us that we would be compensated for our trouble somehow. Even though totally bummed, Phil was hopeful we would get something. I, on the other hand, was PISSED. Those of you who know me aren't surprised by that. :)
Low and behold, as we walked into our house in the middle of the night, super tired from our long drive from Mammoth, there was a package. Phil ripped it open like it was Christmas morning. What did we get? A couple of autographed Ronnie Kovach's books, 2 DVDs and 2 tickets to a twilight fishing trip. Thank you, Ronnie!! You have redeemed yourself indeed.