Omen

Seems God, too, has an opinion on the car-er-Berkshire Bonefish...today, the day after my first and utterly pathetic experience flogging mud with a floating line, two prophetic-type things happened. You can't make this shit up:

 First, a friend (not a fisherperson and not privy to my obsession with suckers) sent me this video warning:

Next, with an hour before dinner, thunderstorm subsiding, my kids in front of a movie and my wife upstairs trying to finish a book, I grabbed my 3wt, waist pack and sandals and snuck off up the road to a little local wet-wadeable freestone creek, usually too warm by now for trout, but often good for a couple quick small mouth bass...so, then, next, literally on my first cast since failure on the flats, I land a nice little rainbow trout...