For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, March 24, 2014
Plans were made to fish a river in the southwest section of the state Sunday. This river has been good to me in the past, especially early Fall and into the winter, so it was a good choice. The weather was cold an air temp of perhaps 35 and a good breeze. The sky was overcast with the look of snow. Luckily that snow did not come. After gearing up I headed for the water. The river was quite low, something I don't quite understand considering the snow melt. I fished a streamer in several runs and pools with out any interest. This was to be the day. The only spark of hope was a trout that followed a streamer and backed off at the last second.
Still this day was a success, for I was out and I was fishing. Over the few hours I was able to try out a few new flies, take in some wonderful sights, and enjoy a thermos of coffee.
Wild beauty. These fungi were brilliant, looking almost alien.
Startled whitetails. These three were part of perhaps a dozen that I crossed paths with today.
New Spring life. These were finally able to break the icy ground.
This bearded gent was sort of confused. I watched him wander in a circle for some time. When he finally recognized me he made a fast break or some thicker woods.
I closed the book on this day. It may have been fishless but a success still the same.
You want a warm feeling. How about some seasoned roasted red potatoes and carrots. And a ham and two cheese sandwich.