Pretty much the reason I had my mom cone watch my daughter last weekend so I could fish the first time this year before all this crap comes through this week.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to slide in across home plate in a cloud of dust, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Holy Cow, what a ride!!".
or is it that the fish probably won't bite in that stuff.