skunked.

you ever have one of those trips where you drive 7 hours to a faithful spot? the weather sets up perfect. you're dodging deer, chukar, and wild turkeys on the road to the pond. the rattlesnakes aren't out yet. and your backpack is full of beef jerky and mountain dew.
plus, there's no wind!
ah, but the fish aren't home?
i suppose i should of stayed in portland and slung doughballs for carp.