Prospecting In Ice

Last Sunday dawned grey but warm enough that fishing wasn't out of the question. I decided to prospect a small Eastern CT river that I am sure holds wild trout. It meanders through a variety of woodlands and hills, changing shape at every turn. I didn't land a trout, but a scrappy salmon fingerling managed to fit my fly in his mouth. This would have to be my last fish of 2013, a squirmy 3 inch salmon that was out of my hand before the thought of taking his picture even entered my head.