Maine

Things have been awfully slow the past few weeks. It looks like this weekend will be the end in Miane. I'll have eight months to think about next fishing season. In some respects I'm actually looking forward to the time off (I believe the shrinks call this rationalization). I'll try to get back into the good graces of the wife who I've barely seen since June. I'll try to eat a bit healthier. Breakfast at 4:00 AM and hot dogs for lunch at 10:00 have probably raised my cholesterol 100 points. Sleeping on weekends until daybreak will be nice. Hell, I may even stay awake during meetings at work. Surely I'll smell a little better without mackerel hands and wader sweat. The few times I do go up to Maine I'll be able to walk the beach without constantly looking for breaking fish and birds working. My schedule will not revolve around the Weather Channel and tide charts. I won't have to go into the baitshop once a week and buy stuff I'll never use. Last but not least I won't dread the end of September because it will have passed, but instead look forward to Memorial Day when I can start fishing again. This has been the worst four months of fsihing I've ever had, but I still loved every minute of it.