VOICE #1: How was it?!
VOICE #2: So so. We picked up plenty of stockers, but only two decent native bows. No rhyme or reason.
VOICE #1: How was the weather?
VOICE #2: Nice, and cold, in the morning. Got some cloud cover in the afternoon, but didn’t see any bugs. Probably too cold.
VOICE #1: Okay. I’m on my way to work. Will catch up soon. See ya.
An early winter fishing report, exchanged in less than sixty seconds and in under sixty words. No embellishments about a bang-up day. No mention of a post-outing beer guzzling fest either. Someone hoping to live vicariously through a fishing story. Sorely disappointed. It just didn’t happen.
It’s a sign of the season. Lowering the bar for the winter.
MG signing off (to find a ballroom dancing class for winter, thinking it might just improve his wading skills come spring)