Over before it started.
Yesterday the weather was perfect. Clear skies, on a hot day without it being too humid. My wife and I took the GO train out to Burlington, and I couldn’t help but stare longingly at every stream we crossed. It was a bit of a tease but I wasn’t bothered by it too much. I knew that we had already made plans to go fishing early this morning. 😁 According to the weather report we were supposed to have a similar day to yesterday. Well that just wasn’t the case. We woke up to the annoying sound of rain beating against our bedroom window. So much for our perfect day of Fishing. It was over before it even begun.
What to do now?
If you’ve ever had a planned Fishing trip ruined by the weather? Then you’ll know that anything else you might think of doing instead seems lacking. Go see a movie? Yippee! Could always get some shopping done? Yeah, that compares to the strike a five pound Bass makes. Binge watch something on Netflix? Unfortunately I’ve already finished watching anything I’m really interested in. Although there are a couple of highly rated foreign series I haven’t watched yet. I so love subtitles! In the end we decided to stay in, and catch up on house cleaning while NFL preseason games repeat on NFL Network. Thank God for football.
What happens next?
I’m going to be eager to get out and go Fishing as soon as possible. It won’t have to be anywhere special. Just the closest River with Shore Fishing access. I’ll probably end up night Fishing in the city. If you have read my previous Fishing post, The Right Angle RA-10 Old Mill at night then you will know what I’m hoping for. It’s when things don’t go my way after a disappointing day like this that the real frustration sets in. You are probably wondering why that is? To fully understand you need to know how my mind works. The day before I go fishing I imagine what I might catch. I factor in where I’m Fishing. Which breeds I plan on fishing for. Which lures I plan on using to catch the fish. If I have fished there before, then which spots I expect to get strikes. If I do as well as I expected. Then the trip is a total success. If I don’t, well it just wasn’t my day. Hopefully I had a great time anyways, and learned something as well. Where things can get weird is when my Fishing trip gets cancelled. Suddenly everything that I imagined could happen. Would have happened if I could have gone Fishing. My mind tricks me into believing that I just missed out on the perfect Fishing day. At this point I won’t be satisfied until I can replace the imaginary perfect day I missed. Do you follow what I’m saying? The next time I go fishing had better be amazing, or I won’t be satisfied. The weather could be perfect. I could find a new spot with great access to the River. I could see a family of deer across the River stop to take a drink, while a Bald Eagle soars overhead. If I don’t catch that trophy Bass I imagined the day before my cancelled Fishing trip. Then none of it will matter.
I could go on and on about the monumental disappointment I’m potentially facing my next time out. With any luck that won’t be the case. Hopefully my next post will have a picture of me holding a trophy Bass, and this will all be over. One thing is for sure. I won’t stop casting until I get that perfect picture.
