|Fog on the walk to the stream|
The temperature never came close to 50, but luckily for me no one told the trout...
|Back to the stream to eat another day|
I went with my go to winter strategy for this stream - swinging a wooly bugger downstream next to the many undercut banks. After a couple of bumps I felt a savage strike. Soon after this gorgeous brown was in my hand. I love yellow browns like this – browns that are actually brown are nice too, but the colors just don't compare.
|First fish of 2015|
As I began to slowly strip in the fly, I heard a splash and felt a bump on my line. I tried to set the hook, but I was too late. I was worried I had spooked the fish, but I decided to give it another shot. I let the fly drift once more, and as I stripped it in I was greeted with a vicious strike. I watched as a large brown shot out of the water from below and frantically stripped to keep a tight line. The large tippet I was using at the time allowed me to quickly strip the fish into a more open spot and get her in the net.
|King (or more likely queen) of the stream|