It had been exactly 56 days since I last touched a fly rod, and the loooooooooong fishing drought coupled with a stressful past few months was getting to me. I didn't feel completely like myself as work and school and coaching were starting to wear me down. I finally got out for about 90 minutes this afternoon. It was windy, cold, rainy and my hook set was off. I touched one fish (sorry, no pictures) and snapped off twice.
It was an absolutely perfect afternoon and definitely recharged the batteries.
Oddly enough, it'll be exactly 56 more days until I head up to the Eastside for the first time this year. I can't wait!!!!