Had a few hours on Saturday morning. Awoke before dawn and drove out. It was 14 °F. On this day, the scenery was perfect, whether the trout would be there or not. A winter wonderland. One take and one fish landed. Again, a Sexy Walt’s worked its magic. Here is the fish:
On Friday, after finishing work, I headed out into the snow storm. Roads were slick, and the wind was for real. I didn’t care that 8″ to 12″ of snow was coming down. I wanted to fish. A local freestone river was running high, as it had rained heavily before the precipitation turned to snow.
During the warm spell this past week, I after work decided to see how a local freestone was doing. I wasn’t expecting to find any fish, but figured it was worth a shot. I looked for deep and slow water. Found a tail-out at the end of a run. I knew from prior outings that
I woke up at dawn to fish for a few hours. Avoid the bright sun. Seek the coolness of the morning. Enjoy the beauty of a river in solitude. I was surprised to see trout rising, and also, streaking straight up into the air to eat who-knows-what. I didn’t see anything hatching, and so, started