I spent most of my life fishing. The rest I just wasted.

Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50 mph.

Found this online today–Thought I would share.
Enjoy this beautiful weekend in Northeast PA–maybe do some fishing?