Cabin fever was crushing me yesterday so I hooked up and headed for the nearest body of water which happens to be East Fork Stones River, The headwaters of Percy Priest Lake. Air temp 39 deg. and plummeting with gusty winds. What was I thinking? Absentmindedly I unhooked my trailer rope, backed in, got out of truck to watch my boat float off the trailer with no rope! Two choices......go home and shop new boat, or,........well I choose 2nd option. Caught boat waist deep and pulled to bank. Water was very, very, cold. parked truck, hopped in boat and trolled out to river channel. The water was murky after recent rains so I decided to catch a few Shad for the pond and go home. Since I stink so badly with a cast net, it took forever and frozen fingers to get twenty. I pancake one out of thirty casts. With numb fingers, the ratio was worse. Amazingly, I wasn't the only nutcase out there. There were at least six other boats! Every time one would zoom by, the Shad schools would scatter and I would say bad words. It got me thinking, Is this an addiction, disease, or just good honest sport? Do I have something eating away at my remaining intact brain cells? Well, then paranoia set in 🙂. The bait monkey is eating my brain! When my fingers were hurting more than I could stand, I went back to ramp and loaded up, peeled cold, wet, blue jeans off of bright pink skin, cussed/thanked daddy for starting this all encompassing live-style, cranked up heater, and headed for the house. The little woman was not a bit surprised at my appearance. Think she has seen this movie a time or two.