"You got much time on that load?" I asked as I approached.
"There is nothing in there," he said. "I am drying the heads on my flies."
I looked around the basket in my arms and saw he was holding something long and fuzzy up to the vent.
"That's kind of a waste, dontcha think?"
"Well, we don't have a hair dryer."
"I have a heat gun."
"That will ruin the fibers," he said as he wiggled the flies in the hot air.
"You don't think that running the dryer on high with nothing in it to dry your flies is a waste of energy?"
He scratched his bald head and looked up, "Well, at least I am doing two at once."
I feel ready, and the lakes wait about 5 hours away. I just hope the pike are still feisty enough to come out and play.
It has been years since I have been snowed on while fishing, and I am kinda looking forward to it.