Remember when we had a winter that went on and on and how many millions of times we said we couldn’t wait for the warmth of summer.
Now I find myself longingly looking at photos of ice-fishing and hunting in the snow. Watching a big flock of geese cutting through blowing snow as they come into decoys sounds pretty good.
Piling fat crappie beside a hole in the ice sounds more fun than sweating like a sprinkler hose while casting amid swarms of mosquitoes.
It will all come with time, thankfully.