Dosent take me much to get excited about going fishin'. Every time I feel the rod jiggle its like I'm ten years old again. I'll stand hip deep in a glorified mudhole for half a day if I think I'll catch something there. Took the boy to Scouts tonight and went down the road a bit. Parked the truck , dropped the tailgate, threw a line in and a couple minutes later I hauled up my first bass of the season I did so wish to keep it (soooo tasty!) but it's nesting season so back in it went. I'll be back and he'll be there.