Feel

Fat flakes fall and bitter winds beat against my window pane as the stockpile of spring runoff reaches it's potential. Clothed in white once more to turn green and then gray the river smiles and is thankful for the bounty it is to receive. Sometimes it's too much and others not enough, but always just right when the sunset comes early and it's time to head home.

Mother is on Her Way

The colder overnight temps and cloud cover this past week has got the river looking good. With Mother's Day only a week away it's just about time for the hatch of hatches. I heard rumors this weekend while in Bozo that caddis had been spotted near Livingston. So on my way back home this afternoon, I stopped at mallard's rest to gaze upon the river and devour my mushroom and swiss angus burger and enjoy the sights. I was able to get about two bites out of my burger before I noticed that the water was alive! Fish rising everywhere! I hurried and got my gear on and for the next 40 minutes or so was catching fish after fish. One rainbow went close to 16 inches. It was fun to say the least. The next week calls for more of the same, so I'm hoping to stretch my string and land some grins. Hope to see you below the green boxes.