As central CT gets smothered in a bit more snow I wonder when the trails will be clear enough to allow me to start my next adventure. I plan on watching a big trout that I know resides in a pool on a river as close to the middle of nowhere as you can get in CT. Hopefully I will learn a lot from the observations and will find a good way to catch the big fella. Gosh, there are days when I just wish that I could ping-pong across the equator, from hemisphere to hemisphere, and run away from winter altogether. I could fish Patagonia from December to March and be in the U.S. again in time for the start of the start of the mayfly season. One can only dream, right?