Today typified what I often notice--a nice rainstorm does not always mean lots of fish. This low pressure had been over us for about 36 hours, approaching its tail end. I fished the western length of Mount Hope Pond for two bass in about an hour, both caught on the Chompers seven-inch worm, although I tried a Rebel Pop-R in shallows of both corners.
Started out in one of my angry moods over something, but they don't stop me. A fourth of the way to the north end that mood had lifted and the rain, wind, mild temperature, and solitude felt nice.