Lately around home its seemed like Spring was never going to come. Despite the calender being long past Spring's arrival date, apparently the weather did not get the memo. We've had peeks at what's to come from time to time, but for the most part the days have been filled with clouds, sprinkles, showers & storms. Streams were out of their banks all over the region. With a lot on my plate for the past few months, I really didn't notice, let alone mind the gray days, but after the first weekend in April, my runningaroundlikeachickenwithmyheadcutoff-ness subsided.
Like many good things, the following events started with a beer or two. In this case that beer was a new Pale Ale from out in eastern PA, a 15th anniversary beer that "celebrates the water" they brew their beer with.
The goal was to tie and thus swing soft hackles.
And the next day the weather broke. Sunshine and warm shirtsleeve temperatures even as I stepped out the door to head to work. And so a plan was hatched, I would leave my half-empty office before lunch to fish a stream the flowed between the town I commute to and home.
This was no famous trout stream, but one battered at its bottom end by mine drainage. Above those reaches though there were stream bred browns, some of the whoppers and waaaaay on upstream rumors of the occasional brook trout. This stream had the advantage of flowing cold year-round yet managed to stay off most folks' radar.
Shortly before lunch I left work and headed to the stream, but not without stopping for provisions.
Enjoy the rura-industrial wilderness.
The waters in this creek had been raging just a day or so ago and even that day they were still flowing very well, too well perhaps, with that blue-green color of a channel flush with moving water.
Shot for the BRA.
Stubbornly (foolishly) I was committed to swimming my new ties.
Under normal flows the boulders in the foreground are mostly out of the water. Trout love to lay up against that Hummer size chunk of sandstone.
The fishing was damn slow, but the sun was shining and there were bugs popping off here and there. Add to that the fact that I had brought along the Prince of Pilseners and it was a damn fine afternoon.
While the buds on the trees are struggling to start, there are signs of spring around.
And even some DSFK that I can't even imagine trying to understand...
As I turned to head back to the car I heard the familiar splash of a fish on the rise, so its only a matter of time.
The raindrops are back again today, the creeks are up and muddy again and I didn't even touch a fish the other day, but as the saying goes, hope Springs eternal.[/report]