|Somewhere on a beach, pier or maybe a dock there is someone staring at a rod tip and hoping to get a bite, just one bump even, to help take the mind off of the wet and cold and how comfortable it would be to just be on the couch with a Guinness in hand and a dog at the feet, the smell of corned beef wafting through the house while asking one's self "When was the last time I had a Guinness?" I am not the person trying for a bite today, but I have mad respect for anyone trying to get a perch or bass or halibut to bite in this. They're out there, somewhere.
I'm getting my corned beef and enjoying the first day on the couch in a while. Sometimes it's nice to have a day where it's not all about fishing.
Insert gratuitous iPhone boiled dinner pic: