Rigging in the cold, always seems to be the most daunting task at hand whenever I am fly fishing winter waters. So, as history had already proven, standing at the rear of my truck attempting to complete a simple task I had done a million times over was once again kicking my ***. Even though 25 degrees and no wind felt almost balmy when I first stepped out of the truck, 5 minutes with bare finger tips trying to tie a tandem rig with two size #16 nymphs quickly changed all of that.