I've been a pack a day cigg smoker for the past 7 years or so. I've half heartedly tried to quit a few times, but never really gave it much effort. Well 4 weeks + 1 day ago, my son and I were just pulling up to our driveway when he broke down and started balling. He told me that he wanted me to quit smoking so bad. He cried and cried, telling me that he didn't want his dad to die when his mother wasn't around for him. He kept saying I was the only one who he had, and if I died he would have nothing. Wow. What a moment in a father's life. Talk about heart broken. The thought that my personal choices were upsetting my son that drastically really hit home. I went in the house, threw the last of my ciggs away, and have gone cold turkey since then. Today marks 4 weeks since my first full day without a smoke. It was tough at first, especially the first two weeks, but it has gotten slightly easier every day. Up until this point I haven't gone fishing at all since I've stopped, so I've been wondering how hard it would be to be on the water without smoking. Well my wife had to work today, so my 11 year old and I got our gear ready last night with the plan to head up to Cady this morning. Well at the last second Ethan decided he would rather go fish our favorite lake that's close to home, so we headed north instead. We pulled into the parking lot about 8:00 to find 5 other rigs already there. This is fairly crowded for this lake, though I wasn't too surprised considering the fine weather. We got out on the water, fishing from about 8:30 till 12 or so when Ethan decided it was time to head in. During that time we managed about 10 fish to the boat, LDR'd a few others, and Ethan missed several fish on his indicator. He was enjoying watching the eagle and osprey flying around, and had a hard time focusing on his bobber. Didn't seem to be much in the way of insect activity. Saw a few midges here and there, and the odd mayfly, but nothing much happening. Fishing was far from hot, but we were able to find them using various techniques. We picked up a few fish trolling leeches, got a couple on micro leeches under an indicator, and I did my best stripping a small white bugger with a red head on an intermediate line while Ethan watched his bobber. After hooking 3 quick fish after switching to the bugger, I rigged Ethan up with my last remaining white bunny leech and hung that a foot or so off the bottom. He picked up one, and missed several takes on this setup. Around 12 or so Ethan decided it was time to call it a day and I didn't want to argue with him. I had so thoroughly enjoyed our time together that I was quite content to head home early. Largest fish was 17" rainbow I picked up on a bugger, and Ethan landed a nice 15-16" cutthroat later on. The rest were 11-14" and fiesty. Weather like this reminds me how lucky we are to live where we do. Being able to spend quality time on the water with my best fishing partner reminds me how lucky I am to be alive. And as Ethan was quite fond of reminding me, he didn't have to have a single bit of smoke blown his way. It's a great day to be alive and healthy. Now to spend the rest of the day tying flies and looking forward to our next adventure.