By 11 am I was on the phone with Leif. I had already put in 5 hours on the heat gun and it was time to make the decision...should I stay or should I go. He had stopped by the beach earlier and said it just looked dead. Less than 5 boats, about 5 birds, and a lazy incoming tide that didn't show much for life. Could that change in an instant? Yes. But, what would be the return on investment?
So I had to rely on the old eyes in the sky. Staying would mean more work around the house, going would mean driving and looking, with more driving to and back. It just seems like it's a boat game this fall, at least so far. Fish caught from the beach, for sure, but not in any numbers and typically not fly rod friendly. Going would be akin to going to the well and asking your wife if you could do something, knowing there are only so many yeses in her head. So I decided to roll the dice and stay and work. I feel there will be other days, maybe sooner or later, where the trip will either pay off, or I'll be left standing there listening to 'You should have been here yesterday?".