Where: The beach
When: Saturday
Conditions: Mostly overcast, gusty
Flies used: Shock & Awe, Clousers
Species pursued: Resident coho

Song of the day: "Save Yourself," Stabbing Westward

"I'll see you at noon."

I knew it was futile from the get go, though. Wind at 23 miles per hour and limited time, not to mention the wind chill bearing down on us, would all be factors in making what would be a miserable day.

But that's beach fishing and given that I was only afforded one day out of the past week to fish, I was going in spite of it all.

I hopped from beach to beach, trying in vain to escape the howling gusts. It was a miracle to get even 50 feet out.

Three hours later, I was done. As the clouds cleared and the sun coruscated off the bay, I released my grip around frustration's throat and took solace in the fact that I wasn't at work.

Sometimes it's better to be happy with what you've got instead of what you could have.