Signs and Wonders

A warm afternoon and evening at Yellowwood fishing the shorelines under dogwood and redbud. Black Crappie flashing on stripped streamers. Bluegills popping a muddler variation fished high and dry. It was my go to fly for the trout in my lake in Washington; seems appropriate that the bluegill would like it here. Then the first largemouth on a dry fly this season. A skinny little fish that hit the muddler with relish. That's a milestone. To top it all off, loading up the truck in the gloaming I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But it was indeed what I thought I was seeing: fireflies glittering in the trees. Signs and wonders.

Opening Like a Bud

Spring is stepping up. The world under the intensifying sun lights up brighter each day. The lake is opening like a bud. At dusk the water calms and bluegill decide to come up and play on the surface. You are far from the take out, but you have so much fun catching bluegills on a dry that you don't get back to the truck until the sky is awash with stars. But that's OK. Jupiter watches over you all the way home.