Way too early on a workday.
When: Thursday, March 15th, from 4:15am to 4:45am
Where: The canal near my home
What: Fishing with bread
Weather: Fair skies, 48 degrees, E wind at 6mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.27in and steady
Moon: Waning, just after the last quarter
Water Conditions: Couldn't really see the water
I hope there aren't too many more days like this.
I was actually dreading this day for two weeks when it was announced that I had an orientation in Harrisburg, PA. Since Harrisburg is a good 2 and half hours from my office and slightly further from my home, I was well aware that I wasn't going to have much time to fish. We were instructed to carpool from the office so I knew I'd have to leave my home at 5:45am, forcing me to fish either ridiculously early or when I got back from PA, somewhere between 8pm and 9pm.
The latter was a little to close for comfort. I was pretty sure I was going to be wiped-out by the time all was said and done with the orientation. Throw in a traffic jam, a flat tire or whatever else, and 9pm turns into 11:31pm and I don't have 30 minutes left in the day. I also wasn't going to let a half-hour of fishing hang over my head all day.
That left only one option.
So, the alarm clock went off at 4am. I slurped down some coffee, grabbed a rod and some bread and headed to the corner. I thought the sunnies and minners might be back by now, but nothing bit.
Really though, who cares.
It's insane days like these that I'm happy to live to fish another day.