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.