Winter is officially here. I watched the mercury plummet to a balmy zero degrees fahrenheit this morning. Yipes. Even the big lakes locked up with ice overnight. That is officially too cold for fly fishing here in Roughfisher country. I'm glad I was able to savor the season for one last time the other day before reality finally set in.
Instead, I'm kicking up my heels, on the couch with a 2 Below Ale in hand, ready to watch the #1 ranked Gopher hockey squad kick the tar out of the Denver Pioneers. Nothing like a little R&R.
Should be a good weekend.
Feet up on the couch nursing a Brewski?
ReplyDeleteWhere's the rough part of the Roughfisher - I figured you'd be sporting pictures of frozen limbs, tales of frostbite and amputation, and drilling holes in brown ice with a small block Chevy and a stew ladle...
It was a frigid 70 degrees here today, but I laughed in the face of Death and drug myself out to the river anyways...
You must not have read my other post. I paid my dues to the weather gods the other day. Time to relax before I hit the ice in the next few weeks.
ReplyDeleteI'd argue for the supremacy of ECAC hockey but...
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