Post by phishphinder on Mar 2, 2008 18:52:14 GMT -5
Well I could not stand it anymore. With the final radiant heat fading in the western sky and mother on the couch clear cutting a forest I grabbed the 2wt and off to the waters that called. Took a short trip to Fairfield Lakes to check out the Wildcat. The melt off had watered what was the day before just a small stream, to now the mighty Mississippi. I could no longer see the clear green depth from yesterday. Now chocolate milk was running between my legs fast enough to throw me off balance. With the hip boots I was careful to watch my step, with limited sight of what lurked below the waves, I could not reach every destination that I set out for. Cast after cast the woolly bugger tried to lure in it's prey, but time was limited also. One last place, maybe I can forge the depths down by the bridge. No such luck. Time to walk back and head home, but not without three trophies in my hand. Two styrofoam bait containers and a glass bottle, how did it survive without destruction. Complain! NO WAY. Cold feet and a warm face the first of March. I am ready! Look out fishies here I come.