As I was coming out of the building, at the close of work, I noticed a parked truck with a fishing kayak on top, all partially glazed in snow. Someone waved an said hello. It was Zack Ditmars, all bundled up. I said, I was wondering who would be out kayak fishing on a day like this. He said yes, I was pickerel fishing. I asked did you catch any. In typical fisherman fashion, with a tad bit of frustration, a smile and a head shake, he said "no." Pickerel fishing can be difficult we discussed. I then noticed, under Zack's arm was a paper sack. Luckily, next to where I work is an adult beverage store, respite for many a wary kayak fisherman. Of course knowing Zack, I knew it was just so he could go home, relax and contemplate the next pickerel fishing trip.
So, I raise a glass to all of those intrepid fisherman who go fishing on days such as these. It brings back memories of my younger days when trout fishing and other trips, when I would be out fishing in the snow. It is a solitary meditative type of fishing and good for the soul.
Good luck.
So, I raise a glass to all of those intrepid fisherman who go fishing on days such as these. It brings back memories of my younger days when trout fishing and other trips, when I would be out fishing in the snow. It is a solitary meditative type of fishing and good for the soul.
Good luck.
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