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

I woke up before dawn to fish. The roads were empty, and it was very peaceful to drive on the abandoned roads, in the semi-dark. I brought my trusty 3-wt. specialty rod for tightline nymphing. The goal was to land some bass. I had only a few hours. I decided today would be about The