a crappie aficionado, and happen to have a few secret crappie holes tucked away among your list of creeks and rivers, now’s the time pay them a visit. Forget waiting until autumn — go now!
My dog-walking pal already grumpily refers to this as “the summer that wasn’t.”
His sentiments are echoed by my wife, who dearly loves to spend her leisure summer days lazing in the sun. She claims this year reminds her of the decade she lived on an island in Alaska. “If you dozed off in the chaise longue, you never knew whether you’d wake up sunburned or frostbit!”
For my part, I’m willing to trade a season’s worth of home-grown tomatoes for comfortable sleeping and superlative stream fishing.
And time will tell whether August resorts to its familiar ways, or follows July’s precedent and unfurls its allotment of days and nights amid a record-book chill.