By some stroke of luck I happened to get last Saturday off. Fishing buddy Shane was also free. We haven’t fished together since he came home to Montana this spring. Varney to Burnt Tree? Sure, why not.
The night before’s planning and packing was helped along by a couple of gin and tonics and elk steaks at the house. Everything packed and ready to go (including some sweet camera gear that belongs to work), we agreed to meet early the next morning.
The alarm always go off early on fishing mornings. Getting ready to go I got the following picture from Shane:
How many mornings have started out like that on the way to the river? We can all relate to some degree. But we still bundle up and power through it all and head out on the water. The fishing may not be great (certainly wasn’t for us), but time on the river is worth it. Many more memories are made by sucking it up and rolling out of bed than hitting the snooze button and falling back asleep.
