On this morning's commute I saw things that made me stir inside. As I glanced out the window something caught my eye. It couldn't be.... There, in the bottom of a gully, was water. No, not the frozen white kind we are by now used to seeing here in New England. This water was a liquid, running dark yet sparkly there in that ravine. And I new that there were fish down there. Some had probably not seen the bright light of an un-ice filtered sun in over a month. Fish that were ready to put the feed bag on, as the melting snow would soon bring them plenty of food.
So when I got home there was about .0000000001 of second of decision making. I was going fishing! The water that I passed this morning is a private native brook trout stream that I gained permission to fish some time ago. On the way there (walking, it's a VERY short distance from home) I realized that the heat of day had probably melted plenty more snow and that the drainage would stain the water. Of course I was right, all of the stream bellow one pipe that drains of the pipe was the color of chocolate milk. No problem, the pink worm would come in handy. In that muddy water I did not get any takes. My hopes were falling a bit. But just downstream of that pipe there was a run that had dirty water on one side and clear water on the other. And in the middle sat a miracle. I drifted the worm through and the fish took. After a brief one sided battle I was holding a jewel with a most remarkable blue reflection. Oh how long I waited for you, fish.