I love me some March madness. I look forward to it every year about this time; I get excited at the prospects of what's about to happen.
Oh, you thought I was talking basketball? Sorry, that's not what March Madness means to this outdoors guy. What flips my switch is the opportunity each March to go alley-oop over the prospects of heading to the White River in north Arkansas for the chance to apply the pick and roll and slam-dunk on some rainbow trout.