I may very well have set a personal record this weekend, going fishing up in the mountains with Scott Kitchens. We didn’t find anything large this time, but we did at least catch a pretty stream resident rainbow.

Twelve degrees! I look like a GI Joe. It warmed up a lot, which is good, because at this point I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle a day of this. My feet were numbing by 8:30, so we built a shore fire, which took forever to get going even though we had a starter log.
Despite my hilariously overkill net (which is actually my wading staff — I put a geriatric cane tip on the bottom and taped it in), I still took a nasty spill on the ice. My elbow and shoulder still hurt.
This is how cold it was in the SOUTH y’all:

Shore fire definitely helped, but so did the sun as the weather blew out.
