My Father asked me to get him 8 big bream to fry for a dinner party they are having this evening. I decided to grab the speargun instead of the rod and went down to the lake a couple hours ago. I wasn't in the water but about an hour and I am nearly hypothermic. I pooched up under the dock and was nailing the giant bluegill as they pulled up looking for minnows. Getting the 8 was fun but when I tried to climb the ladder out, I realized that my limbs were not functioning. I had to swim to the bank and come out on the beach. Damn I realize that it was 50 degrees last night but I didn't think the water was THAT cold. I see how you can get in trouble in a hurry when the water is REALLY cold. Shit, if I had any Rock & Rye left from duck season, I would be taking a big pull....
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