Early November several years ago, I had the itch to fish on a 40 degree day. After getting blanked on a windy day with the current MOVING, I loaded up at sunset. My small jon-boat slipped off my trailer and back into the creek. By myself, I had to make the tough decision to strip down and jump in after it. I didn't want the boat and everything still in it going over the dam located a short ways downstream. That was the coldest water and the longest swim of my life...I swear I thought I was going to die before catching it.
The thought occurred to me while reading these posts that, for many of us, we are pretty blessed in our unluckiest moments.