A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work.

An interesting but bizarre Sunday here in my little slice of reality. I have a friend who is from Russia and is over here for a month or so for work. Last time he was here I told him that we would go fishing on his next visit so Sunday we ventured off to a park in Northern Virginia to try our luck. The one thing I needed to do was buy a fishing license. I knew that Walmart sells licenses and thought that a Walmart would be as easy to find as a Starbucks. Down here in the country you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a Walmart but up there it was a different story. We drove all over the damn place looking for a Wally World and never saw one. Down here we cuss them like you cuss a stray dog in your yard. I guess the Nawthin' Virginians just won't frequent anything like Walmart. Guess they don't do much fishin' up yonder either because it took nearly two hours to find a place to get a license.

We finally ended up on the banks of the Potomac River, fishing in water that looked as if somewhere up stream somebody had just flushed something. After a few token casts into that water and 4 or 5 lost lures later and we packed it up. We tried one other municipal lake that was in the area and lost a couple more lures and I finally admitted that I had had all the fun I could stand for one day. We had beautiful weather on a textbook perfect spring day and there was good news and bad news. Bad news was that we didn't catch a bloody thing. Good news was that we didn't have any fish to clean.