It's all about to happen.


photo by Max

The sweet spot on the carping calendar is right now in these parts.  A half decent break from the weather should result in good days. Maybe even great ones.

My man Max has sniffed out a very promising piece of carp-infested water, which we plan to explore extensively very soon.  I think I owe him a beer or something.  

I feel like some sort of corner has been turned around here. At the very least my wading boots never have time to dry completely these days, a sure sign that winter is over.