A fruitful day of transit fueled by the quest for any and every form of relaxation available. As mini buffalo's thundered by we chugged our way south incredibly pleased to be following their lead. Heading in the opposite direction would not have been nice. Our group of seasoned veterans was pleased to pass the day in style sharing libations and discussing the prospect of rigging some tackle in preparation for our fishing to come. If I had to guess I would say that by day's end at least one individual initiated the charge. But his efforts did little to inspire fellow anglers who preferred to observe, imbibe, and micro critique the details of the rigging as it unfolded.

No stress here. Everyone is content to take their time and appreciate the complete departure from the home routine rife with expectations and responsibility. Eventually, perhaps tomorrow, the bugle will sound and anglers will rally to the task of tending to the soul responsibility out here - preparing their equipment for the fishing to come. With such incredible previous accomplishments to their credit, and a portfolio of big fish honors only a handful of individuals can approach, even the rigging prospect freights zero stress. It's simply nuts and bolts, with meticulous attention to detail.

The ride continues, as does the indulgence in fun. We are nearing the point of no return in our decided destination that still wavers based on new, very compelling information received late in the day. Things are on the move. Just when one thinks they have a handle on the big picture, a significant condition change throws a curve to twist that certitude into a knot. Nothing would be better than the ability to be two places at once. I love fishing - when I am right.

Tim Ekstrom