HA! that's a good one. Last year I was in the habit of fishing for holdovers in the Charles River. You wouldn't believe all the crazy looks I got and the "are there really fish in there" comments I got.
Meanwhile they are out jogging in friggin' 35 degree weather, give me a break.
One cold friday after Thanksgiving, I was walking in my waders by a bar. A guy having a cig. looked at my, shook his head and said, "you must really hate those fish"