Waders donned, this alone indicates the favorable conditions. The snow is heavy, it’s snow ball making snow. The 34degree airtemp has something to do with that and I leave my gloves in the car. Hiking downstream late in the afternoon I note the water clarity unaffected by the melting snow. Midge are peppering the banks but no fish rising. The water temp is 44degrees. My line is rigged with a #14 Orange Scud with a UV Flash casing and 8inches above it is one small split shot, lethal. The first run puts up a handful of smaller 12inch fish and one nicer 15inch brown that just refused to stay in the creek. Leaping fish and sun on my face. Every so often the wind kicks up and I wait, still, until the creek calms and another cast can be made. The hike upstream through the shallow snow, past the brown thistle plants and there in the snow is a solitary #14 Winter Caddis. The burnt orange wing caught my eye, not another in sight, and no rising trout. The orange scud slays a handful more nice trout before the sun hits the nearest bluff and fades from view. It’s time to head home, air temp still 34 degrees when I hit the ridge. Good to take advantage of moments in the snow and sun. The next couple days will be similar and I hope to smell trout slime on my hands again soon. Driftless, winter, trout, this place is truly special.