Sometimes I wonder about my sanity on days like today. When the wind is gusting hard enough to put me in the drink, or my flies in the trees. Or when it's -4 degree and snowing so hard I can't see the trail in front of me. But as I untangle my line for what seems like the 50th time today thinking to myself am I a die hard or just a dumb ass. I see the snout of a slow rising fish about 10 feet out. I make one cast and zzzzzziing, the sound of a ross real ecoes through the trees for what also in my own mind was the 50th time today. And I remember I'm not a die hard or a dumb ass. I'm just a fishermen and insanity would be sitting on the couch wishing I were a fishermen. After landing that fish my mind wonders and it hits me I've never actually had a bad day of fishing just good adventures.