The snow piles up, the ice thickens, and temps don't ever seem to recover. Thoughts of babbling trout streams, clusters of morels, and gobbling toms enter your brain more and more with each and every passing day. Oh don't think it only happens in the summer, it is officially the dog days of winter. Lots of dangling suckers under flags and Uno games in the truck. As long as the flags keep poppin' up I'll be waiting patiently. If you'll excuse me, we got a flag!