Like tulips before Easter...Like snow signals you to oil the fly vise...Like orange leaves prompt me to sharpen my rake...I've got my first serious fishing burn of the summer. First it hurt, now it itches but it has always been strangely satisfying.
A couple more "lessons" and I'll be returning from a 10 hour expedition fresh as a spring chicken. I might not catch as many as a dried up hungry tomato, but at least I'll be comfortable
and that's how gentlemen fish.