I gotta tell ya', one thing I enjoy almost as much as actually being there, is daydreaming my way through the winter months.  What do I daydream about, you ask?  I think about flat water, pre-dawn boat rides with just enough warmth to keep the goose bumps down,  the sounds of red-wing blackbirds and mourning doves in the still air, the peace and quite, seeing a cruising largemouth in the warm, shallow water, fishing in shorts, catching a mule deer at waters edge taking a morning drink, running into a fellow club member just around the corner of the next dune and visiting about everything or nothing, catching a dune with my friends for a bite of lunch and good-natured talk and flat out lies.  I am thinking of anywhere and everywhere but here.  It gets me through the winter.

I miss and look forward to the drive over the mountains to the Eastside with my fishing buddy. Jammin' the music and getting excited about what the morning will bring. Talking over tactics and game plans to load the boat. Calling the other clubbers to see where they are at and meeting them at the campgrounds for a cold one.

I miss the night fishing during the summer months or sleeping on the front of the boat and gazing at the stars and the evening topwater bite. I wish I could almost go into a state of hibernation to bypass the cold months.

I look forward to the first time I toss a bait into two feet of water and it ACTUALLY MOVES! the thought of the first fish in the shallows is always a spring indicator for me.
Of coarse the sounds of the first campers awakening and doing the "Potty Walk" as they stumble through the campground is right up there!