Some Days

Authors note: I wrote this after a midwinter scouting trip in Michigan’s UP with Alex Wilder. We drove around trying to find accesses to a UP steelhead stream that didn’t exist, one of the few rivers in Michigan with virtually no public access. This really captures the feeling of that day.

Some days are better than others. This is such a droll statement that it needs no elaboration.

Some days are like today. They simply exist. They are not good or bad. Nothing got done, nothing got fixed, and the only thing you can say for certain is that a lot of oxygen and carbon had a three-way.

Some days you do far more driving than fishing. There’s a simple reason for this. You know for a certainty that no fish are willing to come out and play, that the accesses are still mired in deep snow, and that the gray skies and gray snowbanks are telling you it’s not time yet.