Had a tough start this year on my favorite winter stillwater. There was a full handful of hard fished days without a bump other than some weeds, the drag of the sandy shelf and the occasionally wicked and fly-stealing grip of tufa. Sanity almost overcame me twice, and one day an evil radio station implanted Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive" in my head. "I'm a cowboy... on a steel horse I ride" replayed itself for hours. It was horrific! Even superstition started to rear it's ugly head.
But I battled through it putting some good time in on my TCR890, and the fishing has started to come around. It's a good thing too, I almost convinced myself I liked techno.