The Optimist.
It was a frantic drive home from work to get everything ready for the evening fish. I couldn't get home fast enough. Not because I was short on time, but because I was excited to fish. It had been a long winter and I had an evening carved out for myself. Now it was up to me to make the most of it. The sun was peeking through a gray dome, barely. The weatherman was calling for showers by 8pm. I figured I could get 4 hours of good fishing in and maybe avoid the rain if I was lucky, but I had my rain jacket packed in case. The traffic was putting a delay in my fish master plan. In my master plan i could make my daily commute in exactly 30 minutes and get loaded in exactly 15 minutes and be fishing by 3:30. This was the master plan. I would get there just as the waters were at their warmest for the day and my assumption was that they would be more willing to take during this afternoon window, or so I thought. The clouds were winning and had cleared out the parking lot b