I got out out for a couple hours Saturday morning tolerating finger numbing wind and muddy water. I pulled one fish out of the murk to prove a point to my self and then had enough.
Sunday afternoon I got out with the Commander in more moderate temps and greener water. The results were Nil. Either the fish had lock jaw from the frigid evening the night before or we just suck.
Either way the results were the same. It was good to get out with the Commander after countless time conflicts throughout the season.
Today I could have fished in balmy 45 degree weather with Bill and Frank but my body and mind just said screw it, enough of beating your body into submission with little or no results.
Today was a day of mental and physical recovery.