It turns out I owe a big thanks to my sister in law. I wasn't planning on doing any fishing until Sunday. My brother thought he should stay home and many rivers are on the low side. The weather wasn't fantastic, and it didn't appear to be a day to waste a hall pass.
I'm not sure what happened, but my brother emailed me late on Friday to say he was all clear for Saturday. My obligations only ran through Friday night, so I was good to go as well. We couldn't pick a river, nothing seemed like a good choice, but eventually we sorted out a float and got to business. It was a gametime audible and it felt like the wrong choice. The water was a crisp 38, the roads were still icy, and the rain began to fall. It was one of those days where you felt like there wasn't much chance, but is justified with the usual internal phrase of "its just good to get out and swing".
Well..................somedays its about more than just the swing. I got taken to the woodshed by a large buck and Casey had a nice tussel with his girlfriend. We each moved another fish. Great day to be on the water.
From now on, I'm letting Casey's wife choose the days we should hit the river.