... first fishing trip this year. It felt really good to get out and let the winter tied flies touch waters. Really nice weather too. Seemed like June for a while, but the feeling of holding an ice cold fly line in my hand said otherwise... and the frequent breezes verified it: It's not summer yet! And as soon as the sun disappeared behind the trees, the illusion crashed completely. Fingers and toes turned white, but minor things like that are blocked out when there's more important things to focus on... like the bows I KNEW were swimming around in front of me. Well, I didn't catch anything this time. I felt one "sniffing" the fly once, but that was all. One cool thing happened though. I dropped my fly box in the water and when I was bending down to get it a fish shot up from the water, less than 5 metres in front of me, landed on its side with a loud splash... and almost gave me a cardiac arrest. That sure made me forgot everything about temperature for a while...
/Nick
