Springing South

I spent Friday fishing with a friend in South Carolina, and the day was fun and productive, with bass and crappie alike cooperating. The wind was far chillier than forecasted, though, and I never shed the hooded sweatshirt that I thought I was bringing only for the first few half hours of the morning. I gotta admit that I'm ready to be warm fishing. Seems like I've hit the coldest day in weeks everywhere I've gone lately - including a couple snowy days in the South. I'm not complaining, though. I'm thankful to live in a region where a cool, breezy day in Mid-March seems cold and even more thankful that I get fish and write fish stories for a living. Plus, tomorrow I'm headed South - to the marshes of Louisiana - and I'm pretty certain that it won't be too terribly cold there. Even if it is, the Cajun cooking ought to keep me warm on the inside anyway. I'll report about the fishing when I return.