Winter weather advisories, storm warnings, and prayers for snows seem to be all the rage on my phone the last two days! As with most things in life though, I typically don’t pay too much attention to warnings or cautionary encouragements from weather predictors. When are the ever right anyway? So, I headed out for a few hours of fishing yesterday, between tasks and family commitments.
It has been a few weeks since I wet a line in Montana and the call of winter water had been gnawing at my all week. I love hitting the lower Madison for a few hours time of year on cloudy days. You know that there is always a chance for some rising fish and the nymphing will be solid if the bugs never show themselves. The water, the runs, the buckets, and the weed-bed edges are as familiar to me as anything else on this great green world of ours. I could stand in that water everyday, looking for more fish and enjoying the ones I find.
Yesterday, however, was more of a drive or a “Bee-Bop” around than a fishing adventure. I couldn’t bring myself to get out of the car and “wader-up” as the truck rattled in the wind and the river was covered in slush. I gave it some thought and decided that although fishing can be a wonderful way to waste the day away, yesterday was not one of those days. I tried to salvage the day with a run to Ennis, but the wind was the same and the slush was even heavier.
In the end, I snapped a few shots of winter misery and listened to OU beat OSU while heading home. I wonder if I should count that as a day of fishing on my yearly tally?