One more day off and back to the range. Brenda and I spent the day fishing with her dad.
Fishing wasn’t as productive as we’d hoped. Only three stripers and we threw one back. It was too small. The other two were big enough to provide use with a couple of meals.
It was cold on the water. We spent seven hours doing our best to find fish.
Oh well, like my father-in-law said, if we alway came back with a lot of fish they’d call it “catching” rather than “fishing.”