Game called on account of rain.


Call me a coward if you will, but I've been too close to too many lightning bolts this year. Got my waders on and heard the rumbles, the sky turned purple and I headed back to the fishing camp. It's six thirty and black as the inside of a cow's belly. Lightning is lighting up the sky south of the camp and Equinunk Creek has turned the far side of the river muddy. I'm done for the night and with thunderstorms scheduled for the foreseeable future, I'm not very hopeful. Check the flows before you go.

 

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