The older I get the harder it is to get motivated to fish in the cold. I don’t mean 32 degrees cold, I mean wind chills near zero. After contemplating my sanity I talked my southern brother from another mother to join me for some streamer fishing after Virginia’s wild brown trout. Yes we could of waited till a better day with warmer temps and wind under 25 mph but life is short. I guess sometimes the choices you make can make your life a lot shorter but we pulled it off without anyone dying from hypothermia. The brown trout were lethargic and we saw way more than we hooked and landed. Holding a trout for a photo in weather like yesterday isn’t the most comfortable thing but Trey stuck it out with minimal complaining and shivering.