I’m sitting in my brother’s kitchen and the sun is trying desperately to peek through the clouds. It is about midday here and this will be the last time I ever mention the conditions outside. I don’t want to bring about any bad mojo. At this point I’m trying hard not to stress out too much.
There are things that I can control and things that I can’t. It’s the latter that causes me the most stress. Just a week prior the PNW had a storm that brought a ton of rain. I watched as the river I planned to fish spike a few feet.
A friend from around these parts dropped me an email the other day. Savoy asked if I was bringing the fish with me. Apparently the storm was that bad. The only bright spot is that the rising water could push fish into the rivers. Back home I don’t stress out about the conditions outside. Rain or shine there is always a piece of water you can fish. I’m a guest here…a visitor…a tourist. I have a narrow window of opportunity.
For the most part everything made it here safe. I only brought the essentials…waders, jacket, rod, reel, gear, and one box of flies.
At this point, crying won’t help me and praying won’t do me no good. I can only sit and wait.