This week however, rain has arrived, and like Eddie Griswald showing up in a dirty Winnebago- the welcome wore thin very early in the visit. The rain is falling throughout the day in such a way that would make you think God is doing this out of spite. Fifteen minutes of clear skies and songbirds followed by hours of wetness.
I live between two very large rivers with one being within a two minute walk. Both are swollen, the color of poorly mixed chocolate milk, and the jetsam gathering in congregate has created piles of junk in every section of slack water and eddy available.
Normally I take events like this in stride. Nature just doing its thing.
But I have hard and fast plans to fish Saturday and unless I am willing to drive a great distance I am 100% out of luck.