I Learned My Lesson.
Yesterdays fishing, (if you want to call it that), was no fun. Had a better chance of getting wind burn than catching a fish. With the forecast for today showing sustained winds up to 25mph, with higher gusts, I said no mas. I've had a gallon of paint sitting on the porch since last May. Purchased it with the intent of painting the fly tying room, and today I did. The job went well, had on jeans that have "old" written in black magic marker under where my belt goes and it's a good thing I did 'cause I got a smear of paint on them. When I finished painting and cleaned everything up, I drove into town to get nuts and bolts at Bisbee's so I can put up another bluebird house, stopped at the Dollar Store to buy replacements for the shiny little pans that go under the burners on the stove, (the old ones are rusted out), and picked up a pound of butter and Gatorade at Tops. It's the biggest day of shopping I've done all year. On my return to the fishing cam...