21.April: I stopped by the Bissell Bridge/E. Barber St. after work, arrived just before 5:pm. Only 5 people on the ramp, and none fishing. Radio, reported that they had caught a couple earlier in the day before noon.

The wind was blowing up cold from Hartford. The river was choppy, and dirty, very turbid. I made a few furtive casts, but the wind was too much. I packed it in, jawed for a while, then headed home for supper. C'est la vie, c'est la guerre.

Tomorrow and Wednesday look to be better days. If I can get out of work on time, I may head down to the wall. If not, I'll try Bissell again if the Surf-Nazis aren't camped out on the ramp.

Tight lines!