Colder’n heck
How cold can heck be? We ‘bout froze our nuts off here for about two weeks straight, starting just after Xmas and ending…well…sometime while I was in another state freezing my ass off.
A little more than a week after the last fishin expedition (New Year’s Day), a fellow steelhead junkie and I headed back to a spring crick and took some lumps. It was cold. And the fish didn’t cooperate so well. Did I mention it was cold? We probably hauled in a handful of fish between us but it was rough going. Saw a pair of supermegahawgs in one hole, though, which helps stave off the numbness.
Highlight of the day was this mutant that was as thick a trout as I’ve ever caught. All of 15 inches long with a similar girth. I sight-fished this one for a minute before it moved a foot out of its way to intercept a fly.
