A brutally cold wind rode into the valley this evening. Upon leaving town for the lake, I didn't think things were that bad but after arriving out on the open plains it was a much different weather situation. The storm was coming in and the wind had the lake whipped into a froth of mud and occasional periods of whitecapping waves. I gave it a valiant effort out there flailing in the wind and cold but ended up fighting the ever building ice in the guides instead of any trout. I cut my losses and headed back to town for a warm drink.