[lupanfreitag]

It was miserable cold, almost hateful.
Hands burning, cheeks rosy, eye cracking as they froze shut, windy, whiny, wicked.

Then I caught an 18" brown and all was forgiven.

A Buddhist once noted that every hour you spend fishing is subtracted from your life when you die- like extra credit- as close to God as a man can get. Maybe it negates some of the evils we have done.... if so I am off again today.

If you find a frozen corpse, fishing pole in hand, smiling like a maniac, that's me. If my bail is open, close it. If I get a bite, set the hook for me.

Happy Fishing Folks. When you are fishing, everyday is Christmas!

Todd