Saturday, March 31, 2018

A False Spring


A brief sojourn before they closed the mountain pass...

Eagerly awaited every year, spring break is the pot of gold at the end of a fly fishermen's winter doldrums. As it approaches, stories are told of epic yesteryears and great fishing. Scores of twenty pound carp up on the flats, major Hendrickson hatches at the end of March, and floats down rivers hucking big streamers to hungry browns. One can daydream and anticipate replicating these moments, but more often than not, they are not easily duplicated. This year, winter showed no signs of slowing down and "spring break," felt more like a December holiday break. Nor'easter snow storms pummeled the Mid-Atlantic region bringing major snowfalls, cold temperatures, rain, and unhappy trout. Nonetheless, we persisted...


Packed for "Spring Break"


"We should be playing fetch in a lake right now"





I guess we aren't throwing streamers on this float...



Loch leven strain wild brown...



Fishing with @pafishing is always a good time...



Good ole frenchie eater...



Thankful to hit a small BWO hatch on the last day of our false spring...