|The cold waters of the DuPage River in Plainfield, IL under a bridge|
|Shane clearing built up ice from his guides|
|CSimon watching his float|
Undaunted we entered the river and adjusted our spring-floats to get our bait suspended off the bottom. We drifted and chatted and told stories. We knew it was cold but it didn't bother us.
The time came when CSimon had to leave us. Packing up Wilks, Shane, and I quickly scouted a local spot then moved to the Fox River and the familiar discharge pipe.
|Wilks and Shane in the Fox River|
It was nice to get out of my waders and into the comfort of my car and the warm comfort of heated seats. I looked back on the morning. I was cold. I was tired. I was hungry but mostly I was grateful. I got to go wading with friends.