Ice, Ice, Ice

Yesterday was warm, by comparison at least, and I headed to a little native brook trout creek. I wanted to break in my new reel. I had fallen and bashed the previous on a rock and bent the frame. When I arrived, I found it to be more iced over than I thought. Unfortunately snow melt and temperatures in the upper thirties didn't put much of a dent in the apparently frozen solid stream. I did get a few light taps on a pink worm fly in a plunge pool. I left slightly disappointing for not catching a fish, but glad to have spent some time observing wildlife in a cold, snowy, little valley.

Echo Ion 2/3 Weight