Yeah, I know, spring is a long time from now. We haven't even started winter yet. But I was kick-seining in Penns Creek a couple days ago, and I was surprised how big and mature the grannoms are already. I like winter. I like snow. Well at least until January 1, then I want the bugs to hatch, the fish to rise, and spring to begin. That probably won't happen. But it doesn't hurt to dream.