Steady rain and 38 degrees. You stay comfortable, though. No ice in the guides, no problem.
River up, but coming down. Must have been more rain here than at home. Flow was much higher in the last couple of days: banks are muddy and riffled, sandy bottom has been shaped into new configurations of ridges and swales. It's still high, though, and the drifting sand makes wading a bit challenging: one step is firm, the next you sink in over your boot. The next might find you in over your hat.
All that means you can't get close to the deep run on the opposite bank. Can't get far upstream or downstream. Still, you cover what water you can. Should be up for grabs anyway. Some swings, some drifts under an indicator. No fish, but you're still fishing. In December. You like that.
But visions of spring dance increasingly in your head. An entire season to explore new water and find those damn fish.
So again you have to ask: is this the last time this year?
Time will tell.
Does look a bit damp. OK, looks a little more than damp. Nice sound on the roof of the covered bridge though.
ReplyDeleteI applaud you for getting as much out of your fly fishing season as you can get. Enjoyed looking through the pictures, too.
ReplyDeleteBe safe, and, if it is your last time this winter, you went down "Swingin' and Driftin."