Had two days in Reno, my old hometown. Conditions were laughbably poor, with 40 mph gusts. Beggars can’t be choosers so I chose to go out anyway. I thought I’d try one of my old favorite haunts but found that water was higher than what the USGS site reported. Crossing was dicey, but again, I forced myself to poush through because I knew this would likely be my only window.

To be honest, after the first fish I thought about bailing, and in hindsight maybe I should have. Even in the howling wind, I love fishing that river.