God bless America!
Knew it was time before I got out of bed this morning. Was going to drain the pipes today but it was just so nice I decided to wait until tomorrow. Mowed the grass, washed the kitchen and bathroom floors, cleaned out the cupboards, had lunch, shot the bow and before I knew it, it was 2:30. Didn't matter, fishing today was like the last day of the Tour de France (mostly ceremonial). I've been playing this game for a long time. Every day I thank whoever might be listening, for having a wife that lets me do the things I enjoy, as much as I want (well, she does control the weekend calendar). Also am grateful for having been raised by a father, grandfather and an uncle all of whom hunted and fished their entire lives. I got into bow hunting to save my hearing as all of the aforementioned were deaf as a post from firing guns without ear protection. Fly fishing? How lucky can anyone get, with no forethought I became addicted to a sport that lets you preform with reasonable competence...