These girls may be fishing in the mountains this weekend, which would be some distraction for some.
It won't bother me, though, because I plan to spend at least a few minutes at each of the neighborhood (including the adjacent county) bridges where I know wild trout, and at least one huge trout, hang out making jokes about silly men waving sticks in the air.
This time, I vow, the joke will be on them.
I hope some of this recent rain raises the water levels. I am forced to fish a lot of puddles that a few years back were called "pools."
How quickly it all changes. And we hardly notice when it occurs.
The drought we are experiencing was described last year as "a slow-motion Katrina type disaster."
Pray for more rain.