As we headed East on Friday the strong winds made driving difficult and made me question our sanity for attempting to fish in the midst of a warm winter storm.
While tying flies that evening the 30+ mph winds made the trees outside of the trailer roar like a jet engine. At least we had shelter, whiskey and dreams of blue skies and eager trout.
Sometimes you have to do just that – dream – ignore the forecast and put your head down into the wind. Because once you get to your place, you can then live that dream.