Sometimes all you can do is make the best of a bad situation. Given work is slow the grind can be worse than usual, with the days seeming to drift together under the monotone gray skies. The urge to get out takes on a new sort of desperation that is tough to describe in print but is palpable to those who seek fellowship with the water. Winter fishing is slow for me most of the time. Flows were up on this indiana stream and only a few scant stocker holdover bows were managed. Drive/fishing time about an even split. Another dose of awesome pizza with bacon, cheddar and ricotta + beer from the local joint to further heal...
