Kenny, up all night and could hear the ice lifting on the ponds from the runoff. Snap, crunch, pop, music to my old ears. Watch those icebergs coming downriver don't thump your boat or you will be another titanic.. Horned owl chicks will be fledging, squirrels have done their thing, saw a red winged blackbird sitting on a snowbank day before yesterday. Turkey gobbled this morning. It is here Kenny, my good man. Going to take my monthly trip to town. Gonna buy my fishing license, gonna buy my trout stamp. Walleyes will be running shortly, catfish will be hungry, trout will be stocked. Spools have been spun, hooks sharpened and my dynamite is dry if they don't bite. Told Nancy not to expect too much out of me this year. Probably my last year to crush grass under my feet and I am goin' fishin'