In Search of (Liquid) Water
by Phillip Dobson
Happy winter everyone! This is definitely my favorite time of year despite the fishing difficulties.
I attempted a little fishing the other day before the Solstice. The temperature had come up more than sixty degrees in three days, so I was hopeful when I headed over to the Big Hole.
I can honestly say that I didn't expect THAT much ice. Most of the river was frozen completely across. The areas that weren't solid featured dangerous ice shelves over deep water. I did find an accessible area that I fished for an hour or so. It was beautifully peaceful out on the river. The water was clear and shallow, and I unfortunately didn't see any fish.
Notch Bottom seemed like the most promising access area as it tends to be a little warmer. Drifted snow ended those plans, however. After half an hour of digging the truck out, I called it quits.
Time to play the waiting game until conditions improve. In the meantime, I'm going to play in the mountains.
“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” – Benjamin Franklin
"Study to be quiet." - Izaak Walton 1653
"Be sure in casting, that your fly fall first into the water, for if the line fall first, it scares or frightens the fish..." Col. Robert Venables 1662
As age slows my pace, I will become more like the heron.
The hooks are sharp.
The coffee's hot.
The fish are slippery when wet.
Beware of the Dogma