Butterfly speed

I step out of my vehicle at the wayside rest. Me, just minding my own business, getting set to rig a fly rod, when this old codger from out of nowhere starts to verbally accost the guy two trucks away, about driving too fast. I was shuffling about not really paying much attention, just trying to get into my hip boots, slog into a wet fishing vest, and what knot when outta the blue I thought maybe I better get down to the river, as words were starting to get rather heated. Well I didn't move as fast with those cold chest waders as I should have and he cut off my escape. Now it was my turn at getting grilled for driving far too fast a speed. In between one of his rants I assured the guy that I don't drive too fast and could site many of my friends over quite a number of years making mention of me leaving on a Tuesday, just so I could get to Wednesday. And speaking of leaving I had had enough so I headed for the river walking past the front of my truck. He stops me in front of my truck and starts to pluck bug remains off my bumper, he then sez, you know what this is, and I said yeah, it's dead bugs, why. He said it's not just dead bugs, its butterflies, and if would drive ten miles an hour slower, at certain times of the year, that I would be moving at a much safer speed for butterfly's. I said okay sir; I didn't know there was a butterfly speed. He said I should learn to be more careful, don't always move at my pace, even if I thought I was doing the legal posted thing, that sometimes thinking, is better than just following the law, cause some things don't get any choices or second chances and maybe it would save somebody or something else. So over the years I've tried to at times, and more often than many others may realize, move at the safe butterfly speed. I have over the years seen butterflies flit away because I was moving slower, that didn't end up on my windshield, so the old man was right. I've tried or applied it on whitetails at night, or turtles on hot summer days when there off on an egg laying foray. Well that encounter was from a long time ago, and I found myself being the old codger this weekend and passing on the butterfly speed story. The trout whisperer