Mother Nature can be temperamental.
Attendance at my company this week was a little lean. With extended Easter weekends in play I thought it might be a good opportunity to take a personal day myself, and maybe unwind a little bit by getting a line wet.
When I left my house, it was a beautiful late March day. 55 degrees, blue skies, and the sun peeking through the puffy white clouds just enough to make it feel even warmer. By the time I got to the water, someone pulled the plug. Gray clouds had corrupted the sky and a bone-chilling wind began its assault.
Mother Nature can be cruel.
The fishing? After about five or ten minutes of fishing I caught this little one on a Killer Kebari. I rarely fish Killer Bugs (or their variants), but I was in the mood to try something different...at least until I lost it on a submerged branch.
As the weather continued to deteriorate, so did the fishing. Cast. Drift. Twitch. Cast again. This continued for two unfruitful hours. Teased by a couple swipes and flashes at my offerings, my net remained empty. The wind was blowing harder now making it difficult to cast. I started to feel a chill I couldn't shake.
Mother Nature can be flat out mean.
At that point, I was done. I collapsed my tenkara rod and started back toward the car. My fingers were numb, expecting better conditions, my jacket was too light for the temps, and I just wasn't much in the mood anymore.
As I passed the covered bridge near the parking area something told me to drop in and at least fish one more section before I bailed. Five minutes later my masochism was rewarded as my line went taut and this inhaled the Kiwi's Royal Sakasa Kebari tied to the end.
Mother Nature and I left on speaking terms.