It's been a long ugly mess of a winter. Long because it feels like
forever. Ugly because it doesn't really snow, its just cold,
rainy/slushy/muddy and drab. I'm not going to get into triumphant
exclamations of how hardcore I am because "I've went fishing in
conditions most wouldn't" etc... There are plenty of fly fishing blogs that have that post. Instead, I'll fully admit that while I
fished this winter, I picked only the nice days. Maybe I have gotten
smarter. Or older. Or I just don't really care.
weekend was no exception. It was 65 degrees. Haven't seen that number
on the thermometer in a long time. Made a few phone calls and threw
together an impromptu "stream meeting." Serious business, we're talking
here. The "desk" was my 11' drift pram, the agenda was to try out a
few new experiments from the vice. Oh, and to conquer a few river
oxen. We came, we saw, we conquered.