Many folks think of trout fishing and a tiny pristine stream comes to mind. The stream is surrounded by the greens of summer. I like these days. These days are not the only season that comes to mind for me.
Some of my more memorable times on the water the season was not so inviting and green. My steps were in feet of snow not inches.
Other days the browns of early season were present. It did not ruin the experience.
I wish tight lines to all anglers no matter the season.
Stay warm and stay safe.
Take care of your streams and their residents.
Tell tall tales and revel in the journey.
Be awed by the grandeur.
Always be mindful of your streams.
Leave only footsteps.
Love the seasons.
Snowy long days and bright warm days await you. May there always be birds chirping and warm winds from the West.
May your seasons never end.