The water temperature held fast at 44 degrees but the air temperature dropped precipitously below that. The wind brought snow flurries into the occasion. Spending 12 formative years in Florida tends to diminish appreciation for that sort of clime.
photo from Matt Smythe
Matt Smythe is a Western New Yorker with steelhead tendencies and one day to get it done. Cold could not be an impediment.
Matt casting
Things got worse before they got better but by that time the only trace left of Matt was a half-empty bottle of Maker’s Mark.
My brother with a piker
It got better Matt.
Tagged: fishing poet, northern pike, Pulp Fly
Well, I’m two for two on the “day early” scenario this year. And poor conditions. Hopefully my superstition-favorability rating for future trip invites doesn’t drop precipitously as well.
Next time I’m staying till there’s no trace…
Well I got blown out from my Florida trip this week so it could be me. The Makers and the wind seriously dampened the fishing prospects on Sunday.
Half empty? What happened, Matt? C’mon, man.
My fault, I encouraged him to drink Genny from cans.
Ah. I can understand and condone Genny from cans.
There was no encouragement needed.