Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Winter is almost here, it's cold....It's time to fish!
So as the fall leaves turn to gold, orange and crimson, and most outdoors men are settling into the doldrums of winter, I am anxiously awaiting the death marches in the snow. It may not always be the best of fishing, but how many people can say they have been fly fishing in the middle of the winter with snowshoes? So if you don't here from me from January to March, it is a good bet I am wading a stream somewhere in the Eastern Sierras meditating on the rhythmic motion of the rod and the song of the river.
The Bearded Boar