A fisherman out of water

This summer has been a very tough one for us in the southeast. There has been very little water and as I write this the Davidson river, a river that I love to fish, is running at 26cfs. All the fish are podded up in pools and are not really feeling safe enough to eat much. I have ventured out a few times bass fishing and always went away not really enjoying the experience. Throwing big ugly flies to even uglier fish doesn't hold that much appeal for me. The couple times that I have dusted off the two weight and went out trout fishing has been somewhat of a dissapointment. I have come to realise that I like to fish water that is deaper than my ankles. I like to have water that can hold a fish anywhere. I did make one trip up to Virginia fishing this summer at the end of which I vowed to go back at least two times this summer. Well, sitting hear at the computer I have neither gone back or have I even tried to think about it. I miss water....