A gusty wind howled through pond-side treetops and flattened emergent vegetation. The thought of fly fishing in those conditions seemed insane. Fortunately, I was able to ignore them. 7 wt. was pieced together and by kneeling at the water’s edge I could punch casts into the wind. By counting down the black Bully’s Bluegill Spider to 3 feet of depth I was able to bring 18 bluegills of 7 to 8 inches to hand. Go fishing when you can not just when conditions are perfect!
Until retirement the fishing had to be good any time I could go. Now I try to go when “conditions” are good but bad habits are hard to break.