You remind me of a time I was fishing for fall run brown trout in the
Lake Ontario region. The stream was crowded, but the runs were heavy.
I drove from bridge to bridge, disgusted by what I saw, mobs of people
everywhere. A lightning storm blew in, and EVERYBODY left. Impressed
by the lack of fishermen on the water, I waded out to have a look.
There were so many fish out there I had to start casting. From then
until sundown, I hosed them in a biblical fashion. The wind whipped,
the lightning flashed. Didn't rain that much, but I caught so many big
trout, and was so utterly alone that I could not leave. I was even sort
of sad when the sun set, that perhaps the finest session of catching I
would ever experience was drawn to a close. Very dangerous, no doubt,
but for an hour and a half I felt like a cross between King Possiedon
and Mickey Mouse atop the mountain commanding the elements!

Pete Collin