Got up this morning in a foul mood,kicked the cat, had some breakfast. looked outside ,a beautiful early spring morning and that made me worse, sensing my feelings the cat done a runner.I opened the door of my sports room and fondled my rods,my hands started to shake, the perspiration ran down my face. Boy! i had the withdrawal symptoms pretty bad.Okay you smug lot up the top end of the planet sitting by your lake or river, i am in the middle of our closed season. As i am the architect of many fishing disasters like SPLASH i am considered a dope, plus being a fishing addict.My one sadistic satisfaction is knowing that i will be enjoying my summers fishing when you maggotgnawers will be shivering and crying in your beer trying to drowned a maggot .Have a beer, tear a tab.