Monday, January 30, 2012
There is something about the cold of winter that brings out all the colors on the rainbows. The shimmer of their cheeks and the exclamation of spots has the ability to keep me warm forgetting the wind for a moment. The water over the weekend was 32.5 degrees and the fish were taking stripped and swinging flies. You just never know........
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Sounds perfect, and I went fishing.
The new snow, that fell the day before, made for a truly beautiful winter environment. Arriving later than usual, I geared up and made my way to my favorite pool. Within four casts I had an eighteen inch rainbow with cheeks of crimson and fins as translucent as can be. Just a wonderful example of New England at her best. A nice part of catching this fish is because a new fly that I created did the trick. Half Feedinator and half Jailbird with a rib of burned Peacock Eye.
I had to leave. I didn't want to leave, but I had to get going.
This morning, as I tell you about this story, the front has passed, the temperature will be minus digits by tonight and winter will be holding the North Country captive for a few days. I'm looking for a moral to the story or a some reason that I could be so lucky. Let's just say I will be looking forward to the next Friday the Thirteenth.