1. a slight trace or indication.
We set out on the second fishing trip of the year under a cold, overcast sky and calm winds. No one at the marina except us and the staff. No one fishing. This should have been our first indication. Our first whiff, if you will, of some reason why no one else was fishing. The first bad news was; no shrimp. Dead, frozen shrimp, sure. Who wants a dead, frozen shrimp? This was soon to become more than an existential, rhetorical question.
So we packed in a baggie of frozen, dead shrimp.
And some potato chips because we just didn't get it together in time to make any food. This was the second piece of bad news. When have we ever gone fishing without having something to eat?
2. a slight puff or gust of air.
The second indication of not-so-good-ness; the forecast was for sunny skies with calm winds.
We had overcast, cold, windy.
Let me emphasize the cold and windy aspect. Oh, eventually it did get sunny. The better to see the havoc the wind was playing on trees, water, us. The sunnier it got, the colder it got. Oh, and did I mention, not a single bite?
It got, shall we say, dull.
The scenery was beautiful.
We watched an amazing display of birds creating ideograms in the sky.
We tried fishing from different places in the boat. Nothing.
3. strikeout.
5 and a half hours of fishing, a bag of dead, frozen shrimp, freezing cold and windy conditions, not one single bite. None. Nada. Zip. Strikeout. Okay, we each got one bite from some monster fish that felt like the bottom of the river was suddenly animated. Something huge. Something big enough to keep us freezing for hours. So, two bites. Didn't even lose a shrimp.
Back to the dock to pack up and go home. Catch of the day, well, the box scores don't look good on this one. Lighthouse Seafood had no fish or crab. But! We finally did score some stone crabs at the Lynn Brothers dock. They're s no crying in baseball or fishing. 
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