By the time March rolls around, you actually think you're starting to like Charlie Moore -- he's catching fish -- any fish.
You plan a Sunday trip to the tackle shop, as if it would be open now.
You can't wait for the lake to thaw so you can practice getting good action on all your plugs.
You pick a custom rod over a KitchenAid mixer for your Christmas present.
You miss the rank smell and utter mess in your vehicle, and can't wait for the weather to warm up to see if the smell will come back.
You buy ridiculous amounts of hooks, weights, etc., that you will inevitably lose way before the season starts.
I can't wait!!!
