Sunday 3:07p.m.

It has been raining here for three weeks. This unseasonable rain has great significance for a region that is forever in desperate need of this vital resource and for that I am thankful, but as a fisherwoman I groan, as it has turned all of the rivers to chocolate and put a temporary halt to what was a fantastic start to my first season on these waters. So I put my selfish desires aside, thank the gods for the gift and occupy myself with other things. I cook, tie flies, plan my next adventure and apologize to all those poor souls who stop by the shop and ask, “Where should we go fishing?” Here's hoping to more fishing stories soon...