Weather Promises

A week ago the sunrise was greeted by single digit temperatures, a bone numbing breeze and snow that nearly reached to the belly of my 80 pound retriever. Today the same terrain was bathed in 60-degree sunshine and not a snowflake in sight.

Glancing downriver from the bridge that crosses the big lake near my home while traveling this afternoon I spotted a boat that was lolling about 20 yards off a rip rap point that was drenched in afternoon sunshine. Two men were in the boat; both casting. Smallmouth, I would guess.

That scene casts a serious urge. I have a meeting with the accountant tomorrow to plot strategy that I hope will keep the tax man happy.

Thursday the weatherman is promising sunshine and 65 degrees. I promising myself a few hours of fishing.