That being said, we live in the I-95 corridor. When it comes to planning fishing (and to a lesser extent, hunting) outings, I have to be wary of the fact that the slightest bit of rain is going to turn into a sludgy runoff plume headed straight from the area's cities, suburbs, and farms, and right into the creeks.
Due to busy work and home life, and pouring every spare minute of free time into fixing up the garden for what I hope is a two month relatively maintenance free period, I hadn't been fishing in about three weeks. I was showing a colleague around a restored wetland site one day, and despite 99 degree temperatures, a good number of largemouth were hanging out on the water's surface at 10:00am. The previous night, we'd had a thunderstorm at home, so I didn't even consider bringing any tackle the next day. The water at this swamp was crystal clear.
|Caught several 6-9" bass but nothing bigger|
I watched the weather all night at home - not a drop of rain - and planned on hitting the site at 6am for a little pre-work fishing the next day. On the way to the swamp, it was clear that I'd been fooled, as small puddles started to appear on the roadside, and shrubs in the right-of-way were hung low with the weight of rainwater.
|Weedless. Your jig, at least.|
I had enough time to grab a cup of coffee and slather on some sun lotion for another 99 degree workday outside, and enough sense to hope for - but not count on - another fishing day that might skirt around the edge of a thunderstorm, rather than suffer through it.