Personal Bests

Late in the afternoon, and with expectations chasing the rising barometer upwards, we hit a short but promising piece of water that fed the coast. Lure choice was by default surface. The water was clear but holding the chill from the transition of winter to spring, cover abounded and it was only a matter of passing time with patient casting.




The wait was long, too many casts had almost exhausted my faith but I could tell by the smile on Peters face as he paddled toward me he'd landed a PB...




Some days the fish don't play and others you catch a PB.