So we got in the boat and went fishing.
We knew we’d have to stay in the Housatonic River to avoid getting beaten up by the rollers coming in from the east, but it was high tide, so there’d be several places to look for fish.
First two spots bombed. Not a touch.
Charlie out-caught me nine to three using his new super plastic lure with a flashy paddle tail). He gave me one to try, but by then the tide had peaked and started to run out…the fish disappeared.
But for a trip that almost didn’t happen, it turned out pretty well.
Another great day on the water.