Is it going to rain? Maybe later today, judging by the rolling clouds, the wind picking up––did I just feel the first drop? Oh, I can definitely smell it now. It's coming. Or maybe not. I don't know, let's just keep fishing. It's a classic mistake. I've been caught out in the rain so many times I couldn't give you a reasonable guess at a number. I don't mind fishing in the rain. Not at all. I love it––a little tiny bit. With the right prep––a couple extra PB&Js tucked in the inside pocket of the wading jacket. A small flask of whiskey tucked in the other. Thermal underwear. Thick socks. Good company Or absolutely no company other than your cold, twisted, solo thoughts. Talk about a good time. So good it's almost nutty.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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