What's Wrong With Me!?

I've been anticipating these trib trips for the past 6 months. I have yet to make the first 2009 run. I have hundreds of eggs and dozens of comets, leeches and streamers tied. I've got a new sweet little two-hander that needs breaking-in. I'm dying to land a 20+ lb'er. And, just now, I found myself daydreaming of single digit temps, frozen fingertips, sipping bourbon, pulling half-pound perch after perch through a 6" hole.

What's wrong with me?

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Flying Ties said…
Thats about where I am too, FH.

But, you're addicted to the tug. One Salmon will change your mindset. Me? After this past year I will enjoy sitting on the ice having a conversation with someone more than potentially killing myself on the SR.

Good luck next weekend.

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