Awoke this morning to that ever familiar sound of the big bad wolf huffing and puffing outside my house. While I debated the logic and merit of making a trip to the river over a cup of coffee, I convinced myself that I'm a true puss if a little wind keeps me off the water the only day I've had to get out in months.
So,off I headed to the lower and was surprised to get to an ez hole before anyone else. Got a few and had a friend show up and we proceeded to not get jack for an hour. We parted ways and I found a few more fish,a couple nicer fish and called it good after a few hours altogether.
Enjoyed the day out despite the crazy wind. Just a good feeling to be standing in water and watching a bobber again.