No Dice

The temp breaks 75 degrees. Good day to be on the water.

Still thinking about a big bass. My spring lunker was hanging out right down there among last year's reeds.

Everyone is enjoying the fine weather. Lots of hikers on the trails and a few other fishermen.

Oh, and the frisky breeze is there, too.

The only ones not around are the fish.

I can just manage to catch a log.

It calms. I wait at the head of the dam for dusk to come.

Then I work it thoroughly with a plastic worm.

No dice. I watch the bats tracing loops and right angles in the sky.

I finally accept the fact that I'm skunked again and kick in.