Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Striper fishing has been lousy. Lots of rain. Swelling the rivers, pushing the schools of threadfin shad, and the stripers with them, to parts unknown. I am by no means above pissing and moaning about this sort of thing, and probably will yet to the first person that can stand to be around my cranky arse for any length of time.
But then, a few minutes ago, I realized that my wading boots haven't been dry in over a week and I'm starting to get a mild case of tendonitis in the wrist of my casting arm. Sure signs that the past few days have, after all, been pretty ok.