But I didn't stay home. I went fishing.
So what do we angling optimists do when the river gods hand us a basket full of lemons? We wander aimlessly through the woods looking for something, anything that might help us repair our fragile male egos.
I didn't find anything like that - no bikini clad Scandinavians whose Jeep was stuck in the mud - but I did find a woodchuck.
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This is what I found when I returned (I don't think he quite knew what to make of the DSLR looming over him so oppressively) ...