Winter Past

A glance back to last winter on the Gunpowder River inflicts a chilling realization of what is to come. Light will become scarcer and fish will become harder to find.

A cold snap held the water temperature hovering just above freezing mirroring the temperature in the air. The entire valley seemed to be hibernating. The spell of winter was further apparent where shaded hillsides lay covered in snow. It was cold and the fish knew it too. Everything was slowed down, myself included. Long hours gone, the silence was finally broken with two fish caught at the last pool fished. A slight rise in temperature over the day must have been the reason for success. Hands and toes numbed, I needed to remind myself that anytime on the water and in the outdoors is something to be relished. Still, I hate winter.