Back to the drop off for the evening.
The wind is blowing from the south. You hope it will back off. It steadily increases to a roar.
Your new muddler fits the bill. Lots of marabou.
You rip it through the waves.
Then the wind does back off.
An otter checks you out.
You work the muddler around the weed beds.
Your efforts are rewarded.
Then the wind picks up again, and begins to shift. The waves don't know which direction to roll.
Then it settles into the north and steadily increases to a roar.
The muddler gets another workout through the waves.
The otter comes back with the rest of the family.
Your world becomes roaring wind, rolling waves and waning light.
One more fish comes out of the mix.
You wait for the color to drain out of the notch, then kick in and head for home.