Too close to home of late
April 15, 2020
I’ve been staying close to the house for a few weeks.
Yesterday I found myself out in the garage casting a crankbait at a five-gallon bucket.
I’m ready to go fishing.
Friends of mine -- fortunate to live where there’s open water -- have been fishing since this all began. They call me from the lake and the river, send me pictures, tell me where they’re headed next.
It’s painful. The last fish I caught was through the ice, which until recently was still there. Now it’s finally gone and I’m beginning to twitch.
When I lived in Livingston I would start fishing regularly...