I rolled my four runner into the marsh during a recent surprise snow/ice storm. Not hurt or anything but I did have my fly rod with me and ........really........as I was standing on the side of my truck wondering how I was going to slog back to terra firma, I was thinking, "Whoa. I'm finally in a good spot to fling a grub or two into these otherwise unapproachable holes." I was soon spotted by passing neighbors and rescued so I never acted on my idea.
"Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats."