In two miserably wet days I caught one trout, but mostly that was my fault not the weather's and certainly not the fish's. What's to whine about? We need rain. Still. I managed to kill some valuable fishing time (VFT) while running senseless and meaningless (to me) errands for someone who believed with all her heart that those errands were important, more than fly fishing for trout.
There is something just not wholesome about that.
Fly fishing for trout, on the other hand, is entirely wholesome, healthy and balm for the tattered soul.
Ah...just one fish?
And it felt good out there.