As I was walking out of an extremely boring 8am English class into the North Carolina weather, I wasn’t feeling it. It was a balmy 48 degrees and cloudy with a piercing cold front wind blowing 10 miles an hour. All I could think about was sleeping. I had been up til 3am the previous night typing a paper (I don’t procrastinate…..much) and really was not in the mood to go battle the elements. I knew in the back of my mind I needed to get out and fish. I have a tournament on March 22nd and the fish weren’t going to figure themselves out for me on Falls lake.

As I got back into my room, I decided to stay in. The bed was calling my name, and I knew the fish were not going to bite after a 32 degree drop in temperature from yesterday. All the books say that when a cold front moves through, the fishing will generally get tougher. Just as I was about to climb into bed my ringtone (My Name Is by Eminem) blasts through the silence. Continue reading ‘To Fish or Not to Fish: What a STUPID Question’