Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Great Chesapeake Desert

Trevor and I got out to fish this afternoon.  Nope, nada, nothing. Not one fish, not even a croaker.  A few bites, but we couldn't even hang on to those.

So where did all the fish go?
It was overcast, and a line of storms was moving down from Baltimore.  After the wind switched directions, and the wind rose from 5 to 20 in about 10 minutes, I decided it was time to go home.  I might have been overly cautious, as the thunderstorm I feared never materialized, and the wind died again.

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