Lincoln Park

[Leland Miyawaki]

As with every morning at every beach for the last month, the water looked
promising. The sky clouded over as if on cue, the water was moving in
nicely, and the water was ruffled prettily. But, alas, there were no
bottom-of-the-food-chain fish and therefore no snacking by any of the nasty
boys. I talked to the one other fisher (fly or otherwise) who told me that
there was some action earlier in the morning (hell, I was on the water at
7). It was enough to make me think about tomorrow. I won't be out any
earlier, but I will into the incoming tide an hour earlier.

Leland.