|a nice fast water chute on the milwaukee|
I turn to you and say, "what's the hot color today?"
I say it with such a straight face that even you have to think about that question for an uncomfortable few seconds.
All of a sudden it just falls out of you mouth with no real purpose other the deflecting the awkwardness "rhedd".
We nod, I turn and smile, and we head our separate ways.
Despite my rant, I have rekindled my own flames this past weekend. It's been too long since I felt the shaking throb of a large lake run trout on the end of my line. I didn't even fish the spring run this year due to the utter lack of rain and waiting 12 months is far too long to go without. I'll spare you the "fish that I almost caught story" because we have all been there before. What I will say is that I will no longer again try to beach a trout. And, I will never again enter the water without my net.
|fewer and fewer fresh kings to be had|
|even the smallies are in the deep water sippin on eggs|