Winter has arrived in Union County.When: Wednesday, December 28th, from 3pm to 3:30pm
Where: Lower Echo Lake
What: Trying to catch a fall-stocked trout....again
Weather: Mostly cloudy, 41 degrees, NW winds at 20mph and gusting to 30mph
Barometric Pressure: 29.67in and rising
Moon: Waxing, 4 days after full
Water Conditions: Partly stained
Ask any cold-weather fisherman and they'll tell you that one of their biggest enemies is the wind. A brisk wind can make the temperature seem A LOT colder and really takes a toll on your face, hands and fingers.
So, although it was a fairly mild 41 degrees when I went fishing on Wednesday afternoon, it felt incredibly miserable. Add in the fact that I was not properly dressed and that I had some nut-job chewing my ear off the whole time I was fishing, and this was not the most enjoyable of fishing adventures.
I'm trying to relax and regroup this week, and although I had some exciting plans that got cancelled, I'm enjoying the time at home to get things done and spend more time with Lindsay.
When the time came to go fishing on Wednesday, I didn't venture very far and instead gave another shot at trying to catch one or two of the remaining trout in Lower Echo Lake.
I put a nightcrawler off the bottom and then started tossing a spinner when HE showed up. HE had two dogs, one of which was in a wheelchair (I kid you not), one of which was not on a leash and both of which combined for a total of 8 attempts at knocking my Loomis off the embankment and into the pond. After hearing his life story, I deduced that the gentleman was in fact high on painkillers, which was also a great explanation for why he was feeling so "chatty."
Now look, don't get me wrong. I am in no way anti-social when I fish and I enjoy meeting new people and talking to them about fishing. However, I do NOT enjoy hearing a 20 minute monalogue on why your job stinks and why you have to shovel down painkillers while you blow cigarette smoke in my face and your unleashed dogs try to eat my nightcrawlers and send my favority fishng rod for a swim.
Did I mention it was FREEZING out?
Oh well, I guess these are things that come along with fishing in a county park. Plus, I didn't even get a bite and if it wasn't for this bizarre man telling me his life story, I wouldn't have much to write about.