Saturday 4:40 Am came pretty early, but as soon as I realized it was my alarm clock, I was up and out the door, poles in hand.
In the pre-dawn, it didn’t feel that cold. It was. Funny thing, too, the day got colder as the sun gradually made an effort to burn the mist off. Didn’t succeed entirely, either.
Not that it was bad. I was explaining, it’s a like a lot of things in life, as the lake was like glass, the boat running cool and strong, heading back to the ramp, headed towards BBQ and an afternoon nap, it was delightful. Excellent. Catching a fish? That’s just, like a bonus or something.
At 50 knots, 45 degrees is cold, that’s for sure, but wrapped in a warm cotton cocoon, probably a layer of polyester and a nylon shell? Who cares about the fish? I communed with them, cussed them a few times, and had a grand time.
There was a fraction of a second, a frigid wind icing my sinus cavity, the only time I wore sunglasses, to keep the headwind out of my eyes, just watching the calm lake go skittering by.
January. Fishing. Life is good, just for that moment of peace and tranquility.
