This was only my mothers second time attempting to trout fish. I mentioned it would be cold in the morning. Even I was a little surprised when the temp read 25 as I stepped out to get my gear on. It's a funny feeling when it is that cold. You try to move fast to warm up but the cold hampers your movement and you have to stop every so often to blow in your hands. We still managed to get our gear on and head down to the river. The morning was beautiful and there's something about seeing sunlight shine through mist and your breath. I went to my usual hole and it didn't take long to get my first trout of the day.