A Brief Respite

As we near the end of another year, weekend fishing opportunities too appear to be coming to an end. This of course is unacceptable, which has forced me to become creative in fulfilling this often inexplicable addiction of mine. Lately, I have found myself sneaking out to the river at hours no rational man would think to start their day in the hopes of feeling determination, power, and grace at the end of my line. I escape in hopes of experiencing this and returning home just as my better half is awakening from her night's slumber. If all goes as planned, just as her day is starting, my day will have already been fulfilled. Today, was such as day.

A beautiful buck who unfortunately lost his right maxilla in a previous battle. Please remove hooks with care

Water temperature was a bone-chilling 38 C, yet fish seemed invigorated and charged. Acrobatics were the order of the morning.