|May 2014. Streamer Hatch.|
Somewhere in Thursday's calendar is the hope of a few hours in the evening for casting to impossible fish at the lodge's eddy. But with two plus hours in the car I won't get there before last light unless Thursday's calendar can be wrestled to the ground and forced to submit time between conference calls so I can point the fish sled towards Hancock. Somewhere in there is hope. I just have to find it.