“So Wright … ya wanna fish or What?” says Dale Baden over the phone.
Let’s see, it’s mid-February in Alberta Canada. Normally this is the time of year that I’d be inside with the heat cranked up, looking out the window at sub-zero temps with my bottom lip hanging out, dreaming of summer fun. What am I really doing? I’m sitting on the deck enjoying a coffee, sun-tanning, and playing hooky from the bookwork that is patiently waiting.
“Get you’re a—out here,” I reply.
“You’re sure … I don’t want to pressure you …,” comes the reply … a bit over-the-top with sarcasm methinks.
Soon we’re on the dock, fly-rod in hand, casting into a hole-in-the-ice 20 feet across.
“I have one already, I guess they survived the winter!” always a concern.
Spring isn’t far off now, we’ll make it!