Tuesday, February 17, 2015
A Breath of Fresh Air
I couldn't stand it anymore. I got out for a little hike along a icy little native brook trout stream. Though I expected I would not be needing them, I had the 3 weight St. Croix in it's case and a box of flies. Of course it was as I was expecting it, the stream was iced up in most places. Regardless it was very nice to be out in the fresh sparkling snow. Although the clouds had been long gone snow was still falling out of a hazy looking sky. In fact the snow continued several hours after the actual storm was gone. Very unusual.
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The feathery consistency of that snow is fascinating. Read somewhere that the Inuit people of Alaka have 40 different words for snow....I can understand why. So glad you got out into the world.
ReplyDelete- G.
This pack could probably have used six or seven of those words. Each snowfall was vastly different from the previous.
DeleteYep, they are in there. I'm sure you enjoyed the walk. Won't be long til the smell of skunk cabbage fills the air and the hatches will start.
ReplyDeleteTie and write on...
I'm sure they are just waiting for the snow to melt to pop out into the sun.
DeleteGreat that you were able to get out and that you have a stream so close to your house!
ReplyDeleteIt is very lucky. Few other places I have been are so perfect in fishing opportunity.
DeleteRM
ReplyDeleteTruly a wonderland---no casting necessary, just drop the fly in the run and watch it disappear. thank for sharing
Thank you.
DeleteI wish I had brought some dainty soft hackle wet flies. I may have had more luck drifting them under the sheet ice.