so i have three kids 2, 4, and 2 months so my time on the water is limited at best.  on saturdays i start work at 10am so i sneak out of the house early and get in some me time.  i should have known it was not going to be my best day when i got in the truck and had the fear of sharting in my pants.  with time limited i speed to the spot to find i have it all to myself.  in my rush take three attempts at setting up my rod only to still miss one eye.  next i move onto the wader hop (a dance i invented this morning) that ends with me falling on my can.  now i am chomping at the bit to get in the water, and i did.  some ice on the guides the sound of water, it is worth it.  find a nice run spend about 10min and then i see "the spot".   so needing to make up time that i will not see until next saturday i figure i will just walk through the deepest spot on the bow.  it's too late no turning back,  it was like super fast slow motion.  over the top.  i tried to keep fishing but i just... o well,  back to the truck to do the wet numb wader hop.  so as i am driving around this morning in swamp ass boxers and a soggy cell, enjoying the seat heater wondering how i am going to get to the office,  i start thinking.... and its all good.   
  
have a good one. josh.