To paraphrase some singer or other, potential fishing days are dwindling
down top a precious few. I can count on my fingers (and maybe a toe or
two) the number of days I'll get to spend on the water the remainder of
this year. And now it looks like I'll have to cancel all my plans this
weekend because of the steenking, lousy, weather. Supposed to get 2+
inches of rain tomorrow, accompanied by 30+mph winds, and Sunday it's
supposed to clear up, but get windier. SIGH. This after last weekend's
Champlain trip got screwed up by 8 inches of rain on the 2 days before I
got there. The southern end of the lake was the exact color of brown
kraft paper. Sigh. We caught a 30 or so anyway (it IS Champlain after
all) but it was nothing like the same weekend last year.