It's cold, but the sun is shining and there is little wind. And that mean he's gotta fish. His hands don't work and he doesn't have energy but he has to go. It's like it calls to him and he hooks up the boat on autopilot with sandwiches and a couple bottles of Ensure. Where he goes is about 45 minutes away but he is thinking of the big ones. Those crappie and that honey hole and God forbid if anyone is on it.
So I pray for no snags, no wind, sun on his face and some big crappie.