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Thursday, November 15, 2018
It's Here, Or Very Close
Yesterday morning was my first taste of winter. The air temperature was about 30 and the wind chill quite a bit colder. I was dressed for it and I did not feel that bad. The one positive about cold weather fishing is that I don't change flies often, my fingers do not function well so I usually stay with the first fly I tie on. As the morning progressed the the sun took over and warmed things a bit and so the ice jammed guides were done with.
The fishing was slow at first and even in the softer water strikes were few. I was content with the fact that I was out and soon my luck would change.
Along the bank in the quiet water this silver bullet struck a soft-hackle just at the surface. A bullet indeed for it shot all over the place trying to shake the piece of iron in it's mouth.
Another fisherman...obviously he had his eye on a spawning couple. My being close changed his plans.
As rough as this water is it had several pockets that were OK to fish. And a couple of those pockets held fish.
I was happy to manage to pick one out of a soft pocket.
Winter ferns? Such bright green mixed in with the brown of the forest.