You never know what to expect fishing on January 1. Some years it was warm and others brutally cold. Yesterday was the later. Between the wind and the cold temps it was a challenge to keep the hands warm. It was definitely one of those days that you stick with the same fly the whole day because the hands become unable to perform after a hour or two. Most of us fished a pink San Juan worm we call the "pinkie" although Kirk had a brook flirt with a dry at one point.
The early part of the morning I spent mostly taking pictures of the ice that had formed in some interesting shapes and structures. With the sun shining brightly it was quite beautiful.
I did manage to bring the first brook trout of 2015 to hand for a quick picture. Holding these fish in the hand and seeing their beauty never seems get old for me and reminds me of glory of their Creator and Sustainer even in the harsh winter months.
|the first brook trout of the year|
After a morning of being out in the cold, it was good to get some warm soup and chili in our bodies thanks to Alan and my wife. My little Peak1 backpacking stove can still bring the heat once it gets going even after 40 years!.
|Hot chicken soup and chili for a cold winter day|