MINE WOULD HAVE TO BE FLY FISHING IN KEMMERR, WYOMING DURING MID-JANUARY. TEMPS WERE AROUND 0 WITH A WIND CHILL -30. WE HIT HAMS FORK AND HAD TO SNOW-SHOE DOWN TO THE RIVER DUE TO THE 5' SNOW DRIFTS. WE HAD KNOCK THE ICE OFF THE BANK TO GET IN. THE EYE-LITS ON OUR FLY RODS FROZE SOLID ON ABOUT EVERY OTHER CAST. WE STILL MANAGED TO CATCH SOME BIG BOWS, WITH THE BIGGEST WEIGHING IN AT 7.6 LBS CAUGHT ON A #20 PINK SCUD. I'VE NEVER BEEN CLOSER TO HAVING FROST BITE IN MY LIFE THAN ON THAT DAY! I'M GETTING THE CHILLS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT! BACK TO MY FIREPLACE!




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