Tomorrow is Saturday. During warm weather, I'd be up by 4:30 or 5:00. I'd have my canoe rigged and ready. I'd have already gone over my tackle, and would know what to take. If my grandson or my old buddy Mike could go with me, I'd swing by and pick them up on the way. I'd probably bring something for Aiden( grandson) to eat for breakfast. He's 17, and always hungry. Plus, he's notorious for jumping out of bed at the last minute and racing out the door. But, in his defense, he's never late. On the way to the lake, we'll be talking about where to fish, and what baits may work the best. Then I wake up. I realize I was dreaming. I look outside to see cold, snow, and I know the lakes are frozen like concrete. I'm already burned out on this weather, and we've still got February and March to get through. Actually, I just want to go fishing, that's it. Anyone else feeling this?
