It has been 5 weeks since my last muddy water communion.
My wading boots are dry
I've forgotten which pocket my nippers are in
my leader won't uncoil (in a hot car for too long)
and I think my Wolly bugger has gone out of style.
Can I be let off with 50 Hail Smallies?
I have to say this changing of the seasons is really putting a cramp in my fun time. Not 2 months ago I was able to get up at 4:30 or 5(same as my week day starts) and step into the water just as the sun broke over the horizon. This allowed me to get home just after my girls were finishing their leisurely breakfast and morning shows (yeah...noon).
I lost a couple weeks doing all those various things that take our time away.
Building stairs for the In-laws
running a 5k for the wife's work
Couple shooting competitions now that it is cooler....
Last week I got up to go fishing and intentionally woke up later knowing that the sun was gonna be late. I had to wait in the car and string out my preperations for about an hour. It was overcast and the sun was taking longer than I expected to show himself
so I couldn't see the trail for a while. I was already trying to sneak in a trip before the comitments for the day started. I only got an hour on the water. Sheesh, what's that saying? Something about Prior Propper Something-er-other Preventing somthing? Yeah, I failed.
Now I'm going to lose another 2 weekends since the little lady decided that we need to move a couple blocks away to add a few hundred feet to our town home. (I really can't complain, there is a basement at the new place so I will be able to build an actual tying bench next to my new reloading bench. MAN CAVE--kinda). Not only moving without help or a big truck, but she wants to paint the whole place first, apparently it's more "home-y" with paint
I do suppose that if I just happen to be gone when they get up... Isn't it easier to ask forgiveness than permission??