For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Friday, January 24, 2020
Winter fishing is tough. Access to the stream means walking through snow, not a big deal by itself but the things it covers can be nasty. For instance barbed wire from 50 years ago, a frozen water ditch that suddenly gives way as you get into the center of it and finally those rustic bridges that cross a stream. It seems those bridges freeze up and the ice is hidden beneath the snow that fell on top.
Shelf ice is a big problem. Dangerous beyond words, and a real bi@#h to fish near. The trout will hold under the shelf and if your fly survives the drift without hanging up on a twig you can't see or your tippet doesn't get cut by the ice you just may have a trout take it.
But with slow fishing there is still plenty of enjoyment. I saw several beautiful ice creations.
Several big boys were here as this tree shows.
One of those rustic bridges I told you of. I was able to wade to cross the stream so a slip did not occur. But just downstream from this bridge, after 3 hours of nothing but drifting flies I finally had a take, and a hookup.
Major excitement as I placed my hand under this brookie. I also took another hit almost in the same place where I caught the first brookie but it managed to get off. A great day of winter fishing. Beautiful country and water. I managed to stay dry and a jewel to hand.