pretty slow's an understatement. i'm out on it almost every day, up and down the river, and it's become a nice outing for my cigars. A little breezy today, too, right off Barn Beach in LederhosenLand. Unfortunately the wind was from the north, and you could smell the sauerkraut "fermenting" in the local eateries. Don't get me wrong: I really love my town, and the setting it's nestled in. But I do get really tired of morons asking me, as I'm putting on my waders, "goin fishin?". No, Sherlock, I'm getting ready to shear the local cow. Fucking idiots! One grab today, but no fish-my fault! Spending too much time contemplating my navel and not enough working the fly. Maybe tomorrow!