Tuesdays weather called for sunny skies and temps in the mid forties, not to bad for fishing, but. When I arrived stream side it was a different story.
This section of stream is surrounded by tall pines and hemlocks, this equals lots of shade, and very little sun penetration. I tied on an egg pattern and began to work the water. Drifting eggs is not like fishing Bombers, with Bombers you see the fish take, with eggs you can just about feel them take.
After fishing an hour or so, with some subtle hits I hear someone call my name, I turned and said yes,and was greeted by fellow blogger RKM from Trout Quest Redux.
We talked and fished for awhile and I could feel the cold working deeper. He told me he had fallen in a stream earlier and that made a chill penetrate a chill that would stay with me through the day. By the way I have been nursing a cold for a week so that was of no help. So I told my fishing friend I was going to fish a section of stream that offered some warm sunshine and we parted.
I fished that section for a couple hours and was rewarded a trout or two. As I left the stream I had good feelings from seeking out these wild trout....but the chill was still there.
Ice on the branches...beauty, but a reminder of things to come.
A warmer friendlier section of stream. The trout were hanging in the seams.
Two small stream wild trout. Their beauty made the chills all worthwhile this day in December.
The Oreo's and milk, very soothing.