84 and stormy.
The heavy weather was supposed to hit later in the afternoon, but after gearing up, I heard the booming of thunder over the ridge. A quick look at the radar looked ominous, and I decided not to walk across the field with the approaching thunderstorm. I thought it would blow over in a half hour, but every time I checked it was growing in size and intensity and another cell popped up over the Plan B location. I started out three times, only to retreat to the shelter of the car. Finally, I called it a day and headed into town for some lunch and check out the third option for fishing. By the time I finished eating the weather had cleared and I headed back to the starting location.
The air was thick with tension and humidity, the potential for another violent storm was still present. I donned my waders and the effin zipper got stuck and then came apart. Damn it! I guess I won’t be wading into any of the deep spots today!
The fog was incredibly thick reducing visibility to about twenty feet on the surface.
There were only a smattering of bugs coming off and fewer fish rising, combined with the fog, nymphing was the only reasonable choice.
The weather was still unsettled and there was some clear sky above, but it started to rain. Just a light rain, no need to put the rain jacket on yet…
And I fished on, the rain let up a bit and promised to stop. My grandmother would say, “The Devil is beating his wife” when it rained with a sunny sky. Then it started to pour down and I put my jacket on over my soaked shirt and I drank a beer while waiting for it to pass.
A few more fish were caught, before the skies darkened again and thunder approached, prompting me to end the day a bit early, but I got my fix of tugs for the day.
ex "I'm not going to live with you through one more fishing season!"
me "There's a season???"
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