Murky.. I know the feeling. High, I know that feeling too, but it's been awhile.
Sure will be glad when we can wade again, but I'm betting it will be elbow to elbow, yak to yak, and boat to boat out there. Poor Maggie sits on the floor watching me try to tie a few flies and then gets up to look out the back door at the river. If I go near my rods or waders she's up wagging her tail and prancing like one of Santa Claus's reindeer. Then when I turn back, she audilbly sighs, and plops back down to pout.
Life is always good, but it sure is better when we can wade.