The misses wanted to take the kids to the mall today so that they could blow their Christmas money. I didn't feel like dealing with the madhouse that I knew that if would be (and it was) so I decided to drop her off and hit the stream a few miles away.
I started at the beginning of the riffles and worked my way upstream to the weed bed. Nothing. Not a nibble, not a sighting. This was so much the opposite as my previous experience here, that I could almost believe that there wasn't a fish for miles.
It started to snow a few minutes after I was in the water, a little at first but then more heavily. Beings that the weatherman was calling for 8-10 inches by tomorrow, I knew that this was just the icing on the cake.
Now that I've made a few trips with no solid takers, I'm beginning to think that maybe I should wait for Spring. But....nah.