Man, soft earth underfoot. Patches of green grass, 45 degrees......where's a flippin rod and flooded timber when you need it? Came back from dinner and saw a few purty, sparkly glass boats pull into the parking lot and it was Jason Quinn and a friend. Super nice guys. Talked a few minutes. Fish down here are still on a winter pattern and deep. I'll take it. By the time I chisel a hole big enough to fit my boat in back home, I'll be too tired to fish. Man, I am really thinking of moving south!!! Have fun all.