It’s been on the calendar but weather and/or life got in the way.
Ya’ll talked about it, and almost confirmed it, but it’s just turned in to meeting for beers instead.
Flies have been tied, boxes filled, gear cleaned - and you end up watching fifteen year old fly fishing movies in standard definition.
I feel like this story plays out for the weekend fisherman, on the regular. We want to make it out, but priorities get in the way, or reality sets in that fishing in 6* weather just may not be THAT much fun.
When things break and we might have the chance to find a window and make the most of it, it’s hard not to ask the Mrs. for a day pass. I’m blessed she understands the need to get away and tickle our passions.
Here, Rob and I enjoyed an overly sunny day, up on a common spot up in the Driftless. We each hooked a few fish and enjoyed some time basking in the sun. Capped the day with a beer, Old Dutch potato chips, and some good conversation.
Overall, just an amazing time refilling the tank. It’s always great to see the valleys and vistas that make up the Driftless, taste the cheese curds and dried meats, and nab a box of donut from the Kwik Trip for the kiddos.
Hope ya’ll find the time to refill your tanks and get out and enjoy the outdoors.
