Like yesterday. We planned to get up early, strap the fishing poles on to the handlebars, fill our backpacks with snacks and fishing licenses, and get down to the river.
My front bicycle tire was flat. Hubby patched it. Trouble stringing his new pole. Finally figured it out. Anyway, two hours later, we went.
No fish. Not a nibble. No fish for dinner. Too late? Too early? We came back to the campsite, pulled out the Fishing for Dummies book to figure out what part of the river is most likely to hide fish. Okay, no laughing here. We are dummies! When it comes to fishing, that is.
We'll try again tomorrow...early!