You desperately search for more clothes as you crawl out of the sleeping bag. The chill from the night is still everywhere in the tent and in your bones. You open up the inner door to the tent to reach for your field kitchen, just to let even colder air into the tent. With shivering hands you set fire to the kitchen and then feel how the warmth gets back in your body as you aggressively devour a big set of bacon and scrambled eggs while wrapped up in the sleeping bag. You finish off with a cup of coffee. So strong that the spoon would remain standing if you ever would dream about actually taking sugar in it.
Now you are ready to get out and put on the waders. Now you feel the call from the fish.
As you get out of your tent you are met by this view. Life is good.