Yesterday was a beautiful day.
I started fishing around 9:00 am at the back of the Bay.
There was only a slight breeze, so the surface of the water was as flat as a calm lake.
As it was an incoming tide, the water slowly moved toward the back of the Bay.
I was casting the fly with a hopeful mood. Then I saw something like spilled oil coming around me and it hit my legs with a cracking sound.
It was a huge, thin layer of ice drifting from somewhere. It didn't break into pieces because the water was so calm.
This layer of ice on the water surface was not a good sign. My heart sank.
The water temperature was colder than I thought.
But I continue casting till my body was totally frozen from top to bottom.
No luck!
The tidal timings of this week are not convenient for me. I have to wait till the weekend to try again.