Or how about 'you know it's raining when...'

Here's one to start with:

Some buddies and I were fishing a hole on a Puget Sound river during a very cold Nov day last year. This particular hole was packed full of chum and some silvers. The game was for the first guy (me in this case) to make his way to the top of the pool where some logs were piled, lean over them, toss your fly out about 20 ft, strip, pause, strip, pause - FISH ON! Then you were supposed to make your way to the bottom of the pool to play the fish so as to let the next guy make his casts (and to keep the fish out of the logs).

Well, it took a few minutes for the first fish to hit, and when it did - the guys yell 'move down!'. Well, I would have moved if I could - my felt soled boots were frozen solid to the log I was standing on. Took quite a bit of effort to get un-stuck. And I still managed to land the fish. For the next hour, we put on quite a show - a guy would get in position at the top - within 1 or 2 casts (and clearing ice from the guides) he'd have a fish on, he'd pass the the next guy (high fives usually given) who had just release his fish and was making his way back to the top, and play his fish in the bottom of the pool - usually along with guy #3 who was still trying to land his. Finally we moved on to let our arms rest.

Anyway - got any fun stories about the rain or the cold??