I should have stayed in bed
We’ll call this a “mood shot” and although the mood the photo depicts is, say, somber, my mood when I took it Monday morning was thoroughly P.O.’d.
I get that way when the lake, dealing nothing but wind and rain for four days, lures me back into its grasp with a calm-enough morning, only to get surly again just as I’m about to set my lines. Pure perversity.
I know - I could have turned around immediately, rode the building northwesterly wind back to the harbor and called it a minor misjudgment.
But, you know it goes. I had pried myself out of bed at 5:30, driven to the harbor, launched the boat and rode it 5 miles out to my fishing spot. I had a thermos of coffee and a transistor radio tuned to Morning Edition. With that kind of investment, I hated to give up - an impulse that can easily turn a minor misjudgment into a major one.
As it turned out, I got banged around for 90 minutes or so before slinking back to the harbor. I caught no fish but took the above photo in a desperate move to try to salvage the trip.
All in all, I should have stayed in bed.
