Norland moment. Red was adamant that he was not cold and wanted to continue fishing so we hit another spot. A cold front had started to work its way into the region and it wasn't long before Red was feeling the negative effects of taking on water in the Spring. We decided to cut it short and get back to the cabin so he could dry off and warm up. Once we reached the truck Red couldn't find his keys. I could see the day was taking it's toll on old Red and I quickly produced his spare set that he had happened to bestow upon me in the event of such an unfortunate occurrence.
Norland! Old Man Maxfield is gunning for your title.