Saturday, May 26, 2012
We hit a few creeks this morning, and it was awesome! But, after catching a fat brookie, I was bored, and started wading and playing with rocks and sand in the creek (looking for gold, don't cha know!). Bad idea. I didn't know I was hypothermic until my shaking got so bad that I couldn't sift through the sand. It was like I started shivering deep inside, and by the time the tremors got to my hands, they were violent. I was aware enough to realize what was going on, so I walked carefully back to my rig, cranked up the heat, took of my wet shoes and socks, put on dry ones, and waited for Phil. I didn't feel "right" until a couple of hours and a bowl of soup later. Freaky frickin' fishing day!