When the stars align

A late start to the day and little aspirations of actually catching any fish.  As of late it has been the season of the browns.  Each hookup having the characteristic "sit and shake" and the "aw' shit,  it's just another brown" feeling.

Hopefully it will soon be steel and the reels will sing.

Regardless,  I couldn't be more thankful that these fish chose my fly and that on such a beautiful day I had the river entirely to myself.

A very tired fly.

Small Windows

Well it is official, on my drive up to work this morning, I observed one of the slower parts of the river iced completely over. It is sad, but inevitable.

BUT!!!! There is hope. This coming week has a promising forecast, with favorable temps for grabby fish trying to pack in those extra calories before the river really locks up. 

 Originator: Bill McMillan, Fly: Stu Farnham, Photograph: Hans Weilenmann