I’ve fished in wind, my dad used to take me fishing on the Yellowstone and I remember how that wind would howl. In Wyoming, the winds roared up to 60 mph. We saw a guide in the morning and he gave us this look like he was getting ready to go to a funeral, “They …
Mr. J was kind enough to share his photos. I’d say he had a pretty good day. You’ll have to excuse the photo chopping, sometimes things just have to happen.