Spring Has Sprung Right?!
We woke up this morning and it was somewhat ‘white’ around here. Yes, hopefully the LAST reminder that Winter occurred this past season – happened again last night. Yep, it snowed! At least it was just a trace of the white stuff that blanketed the ground. The driveway must have been too warm as it was clear. The grass was still poking through… but covered. I only consider this a ‘significant’ event as this has just got to be the last snow event of the season. We’re all pretty much ready for real Spring around here.
I’ve run out of suet for the birds and wonder if I should go buy some more. I’ll have to ‘google’ when to stop feeding them – making them go fend for themselves again. I credit them with keeping the insect population in check around here.
Last week I saw 3 Red-Headed Woodpeckers here feeding at once. I thought I was fortunate in seeing 2 here together a couple of months ago. One was distinctly a juvenile, one an adult (or at least in full color). I hope I get to see them this Summer.
I’ve managed to not scare them away from the suet block #2 location and used a longer lens in these, the last pictures I’ll take of birds for this season. I need to get out on the stream – soon!
Dan Helm sends us the following picture and story! Thanks a lot Dan!
What Am I Doing Wrong?!?!
How many of us have been in this situation? It’s late afternoon and the air is starting to cool. The wind has died down and the sun is slowly sinking in the western sky. You’ve got the stream to yourself – except for one guy who is in the very spot that you covet. Oh well, there’s got to be fish down here, too. You take a few minutes to assess the situation. No surface activity. What’s this! The guy that is in your spot just hooked a nice fish. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he releases the fish. Now, where was I? Before you can gather your thoughts and decide on a fly and the proper presentation he’s hooked another! No sense in being coy any longer. You turn and watch as he releases the fish. By this time, you have made multiple casts with nothing to show for your effort, but you keep casting and watching as the intruder catches and releases still another fish! This time you home in on exactly what he is doing. No strike indicator so he’s not nymphing. There it is! He’s making short casts and stripping the “fly” across the current. “Streamer,” you say to yourself. That’s it! Now you rummage through all of the fly boxes you’ve stuffed in your vest only to find that the one box that you want is probably at home – three hours away! While you do the slow burn and beat yourself up for having forgotten that one box, you notice that suddenly the mystery fisherman is leaving. What great luck! There’s still enough time to move in to this “honey hole” and try to duplicate what he did. You move into position and go through the one small box of streamers that you find in your vest. You tie on a Woolly Bugger. Ah, good choice. After numerous casts you have yet to have one strike. Hurriedly you change flies again and again. What am I doing wrong? Then if finally comes together. There it is in the bottom of the box. Old reliable! A heavily weighted Mickey Finn. You tie the best knot that you know and you make a cast. Suddenly there is that long awaited strike. Good fish! Heavy fish! After several minutes you carefully unhook and release a nice 16” German Brown. Several casts later there is another solid strike and another heavy brown trout. You smile to yourself. You’ve finally figured out what you were doing wrong and what it takes to catch fish at least for this moment in time. Tomorrow could be entirely different.