For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. The juxtaposition of cold and warm is incredible. One minute you can be freezing, and the next warm and cozy like a babe in its mother's arms. I vividly remember sitting on the hard, throw cushion in my grandpa's 12-foot aluminum boat plying the waters of Big Twin Lake in late April. Before the sun could make it over the hills to the southeast of Winthrop, the chill of the morning air had leached into my bones. Mom stuffed me into just about every layer of clothing we'd brought that weekend, and even the overly large, orange, life vest tied tightly around my waste wasn't keeping the cold out. I was trying to hold onto the corked butt of my fishing pole like grandpa told me, but my little hands were stinging from the early-morning air so I'd change hands and blow on one, then the other. The adrenalin of catching a lunker rainbow only worked warmth through my veins for a few minutes. Then, I was back to shivering again. Finally the sun crested the ridgeline and its rays warmed my little body like a hot shower. Then, I fell asleep. Until next time, Good Fishing!