two skunks for two anglers
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2017.08.26
We headed out under calm, clear skies, and attempted to reproduce last week's fishing success despite the un-fishy weather. We arrived on Frenchman's Bay by 8, just as the serious anglers were leaving, and sure enough got skunked. A few bites occurred here and there, but they were likely just worm-crazy perch.
So we went home, and I made chili.