It’s a fairly famous meme, but it’s also how I feel right about now…
Typically, my trout fishing season shuts down in mid October as work starts to really consume most of the energy in my life and I begin to focus on just getting through the rest of the calendar year in one piece. Retail can be a particularly stressful occupation, especially in November & December.
However…
Circumstances have presented themselves where I’ll probably make one last run up to either the North Carolina Smokies or North Georgia before the year is over to chase trout. See, there’s an upcoming weekend in November in which K.C. is going to be out of town, I have no meetings at work scheduled for that particular Friday, and the Eagles won’t play until Monday night. (Go Birds!) Sounds like a nice window to take a personal day and head to the hills if you ask me.
Obviously, all this will be work and weather dependent, as each can and do seemingly change in an instant, but this has me more than mildly excited to get the fly boxes back into a bit of shape and the wading boots wet one last time in ’25.
Actually, a few of my fishing buddies are trying to scheme something up for December too, so maybe I’ve got two more in me? Unlikely, but we’ll see…
Hopefully. Right?
Absolutely!