The Meeting

A cold day on the river beats any day in the office

My friend was half an hour late to go fishing, so when the phone rang I knew it was him. The plan had been for him to slip out of work early so we could run up to a nearby tailwater for the afternoon and see what the trout were doing. Of course we thought we already knew what they'd be doing, since the spring Blue-Wing Olive hatch was on and it was the kind of gray, cold, winter-throwback day those bugs are known to like. I was thinking car trouble, but my friend said no, he was "stuck in a meeting," and then paused long enough for that phrase to sink in. Read more – offline – from the current issue; subscribe to FRR.