But in January my rosy hue returns when those "friends" begin to whine about what to do for the next couple of months as they huddle shivering in their homes or, when they do get out, whimper about dealing with -14 degree days and wind chills that are, frankly, obscene. And when they bitch and moan while I put together a few North Carolina days like this, I am positively flush.
Brookies in the Appalachians
46 degrees with a 4wt
Largemouths in the Piedmont
64 degrees, 6wt
Down East Reds
74 degrees, you guessed it, 7wt
So, take that, you Montloradahoians. For the time being I'm good, and a positively delicious shade of pink, right here in the Old North State. Mountains to coast, it's damn hard to beat.
And I'm itchin' to get out the 8wt.