Sunday. Squalls have stopped, and light snow is falling. Although morning temps are chilly I assume Sunday is going to be even better than Saturday. I was wrong again. I fished all morning with zero action. Finally I break for lunch. While snarfing back warm soup and sandwiches I receive a call from Neil. We make plans to meet in an hour and after a nice break I am recharged and determined to turn this day around.
Neil would arrive about 20 minutes late. Exactly the time it would take him to spin his way out of a ditch he slid into while turning on to the gravel road just up from the access. No harm or damage done, we laughed about his story as we slid our way through the bush.
A nice Hen would follow. I was a very happy camper!