I've been fortunate in my fishing to date that whenever I've traveled to fish - Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, Virginia, North Carolina, etc, etc... I've usually been happy with the results. When I used to live 20 minutes from wild trout, a skunking was never preferred but was never really a big deal either.
Well, this past weekend didn't work out so well. Six and a half hours north to trout water, and, umm... no trout. About a half dozen nibbles, even one long distance release, but no fish to hand.
I know, I know,
"That's why they call it fishing and not catching..."
Oh well, at least it was pretty out and I got a nice workout rock hopping.
It's all good. Until the next time.