Last week presented me the opportunity to fish a couple of times. On one of those outings I had the company of Jeanette, who is a good companion and one who will not let me take a stupid risk like walking on thin ice. The stream had been socked in with ice due to some very cold weather. Along the way I found several good looking spots where open water was found and in a few of those spots I found willing brook trout. The air temps were in the upper thirties and when the sun hit your back it felt much warmer. I dipped the stream thermometer into the water and it read 33 degrees. Fly selection was not an issue, a Picket Pin or a bead head worked well. I was surprised by the strikes I received and the amount of willing fish moving. When water is cold like this the clarity is unreal. To see these brookies dart for the fly in such a spirited fashion pleasure enough.
We met this lovey lady along the trail. Stopping for a while and talking to her master who informed me the lady's name was "Maggie"..such a sweet rescue dog as you'll ever want to meet.
Just because it's winter doesn't mean you can't enjoy a lovely stream side lunch.
There were places I was able to hook a trout and be able to bring it to hand without sliding on the ice.
Winter rewards come in many ways, and a wild brook trout is probably near the top of the list.