Yesterday it barely got to 20. On Saturday it couldn't have gotten much over 10. But today it went up to 53. I fished, of course. After a crappy outing for pickerel on the ice yesterday (tip ups would have probably worked well, but jigging spoons got jack) I needed to catch a fish today. I knew that the quick melt off and rain would mean that in most runoff fed streams the water would be flowing over the ice rather than melting it and blowing it out. I also know a spring that flows into the stream a half mile away, and that when the bigger stream freezes over brook trout often push into the stream and pod up in a pool bellow the pipe that feeds the stream. These fish are tricky, the water clear, but I knew I could get at least one or two without spooking the whole pod. Turns out, I got one very pretty little wild brooky. And that was great!