Everything was perfect: the water was clear, the sun was out (partly), the temp was ok, the tide was incoming, the new under amour gloves were warm and dexterous.....except someone forgot to tell the fish. My daughter and I didn't get a thing yesterday afternoon and it wasn't for want of effort. Even the minnow under a bobber didn't get touched, which is almost never the case, so either the fish weren't there or they weren't feeding. I spoke with another guy who is about as knowledgeable an upper-Severn fly guy as exists, and he also got skunked (although he did very well on Saturday). I guess that's why it's called fishing and not catching. (Cliché alert.) My daughter finally gave up and built a fort. At least the Thanksgiving meal, part III, tasted really good after a couple hours on the hunt.