A semi-coherant collection of ramblings,misdealings, and Tom Foolery experienced in pursuit of Great Lakes Steelhead.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
I tried to fish this morning. I should have known better as the forecast forewarned me of pain and despair. But still I went... driven by the blind desire to fish...trial some very cool gear...and mildly quench my never ending OCD affliction.
I had forgotten just how short these Arctic session need to be and left the river nursing my burning cold fingers and toes.
Today old man winter won a small victory but I will be back...