How valuable it is in these short days,
threading through empty maple branches,
the lacy-needled sugar pines.
Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story
of Death’s brightness, her bitter cold.
We can make do with so little, just the hint
of warmth, the slanted light.
The way we stand there, soaking in it,
mittened fingers reaching.
And how carefully we gather what we can
to offer later, in darkness, one body to another.
- Arrived later around 1:15pm under cloudy skies.
- Hiked for 2 miles straight before looking at water.
- Sun arrived around 2:30pm.
- Not a single rise observed during the day.
- Observed #20 Grey Midges in the air, few in the snow.
- Fished a streamer due to water type, nymphing would be contraindicated in the mess I fished.
- Best fish of the day came on a long slow dead-drift with the subtlest of strikes, almost missed it entirely.
- Seems the down & in has worked best lately under cloud cover/wind, like the trout are less hesitant and more willing to move up into the shallower riffles. Maybe this is just a feeble observation but it’s what it feels like has been happening recently.
- Fished until 4:30pm and smiled with the sun on my shoulders. Good day to be in the Driftless Area.