opportunity knocks

I'd been gone for a week. When I left the rivers around here had been blown out for a month. I'd been reduced to farm ponds and gravel pits. Not my kind of fishing but fishing at least. Well on the way home every stream I crossed looked prettier and prettier. After driving ten hours home and taking a short nap I was off to rush to the bank before it closed. I took a minute to throw a rod and a baggie of jig heads and curly shads in the truck. I made the bank with two minutes to spare and then the river with two hours left till dark. Sigh. Sometimes obsession does pay off...