A semi-coherant collection of ramblings,misdealings, and Tom Foolery experienced in pursuit of Great Lakes Steelhead.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
I had an opportunity to visit the river this morning. It was a spur of the moment decision. I stepped out to the garage and a sudden chill almost changed my mind. I'm glad I didn't. It was nice to spend a little time floating on such a pretty morning. I didn't manage any fish but that was alright. I stayed long enough for my hands and toes to remind me there was a hot pot of chicken soup on the stove back at the cabin.