A call to cast in the cold – wintertime approaches:
Winter fishing means ice-fishing to most people.
But the fly fisher knows a different reality.
It can be one of beauty and satisfaction despite the weather.
You may recall when winter was for, well, winter things.
A time to slow down, contemplate, pay respect to the cold.
There is and was a hunkering.
You want to find a place where a warm beverage and sweater bring comfort to you.
This is normal…
But fly-fishing, with its requirements and challenges, upsets the normal.
First, if you fly-fish, you need open water, and your geographic location will make the difference.
Then there is casting a fly when the air temperature is below the water temperature; it is a thing of beauty if you can do it.
And then, well, you have to break the ice out of your fly rod guides that have been fouled by the moving line that carries freezing flecks of water that stick to the guides as you cast — and shut down the whole operation.
But there is more here:
There is just something appreciative about being on the water when the days are short.
These days are precious.
Precious because the day itself allows you to be part of it.
By that I mean the particular day lends itself to fly-fishing.
Of course, anyone can go outside and cast a fly no matter the weather.
What I am talking about is a winter day when you can be outside fly-fishing.
It is beautiful, and for those who have spent even the most limited time in nature, the vistas cannot be overtaken by time or further experience.
They can only be enhanced.
Winter brings with it white, gray and almost monotone memories, but they are vivid.
The sameness is interrupted by your hands and the living thing they hold:
The twisting trout, and the release as it swims back into its own world;
The world you became a part of…on that day.
A reality sanctified by interacting with a real, living thing.
Maybe I will see you out on the water.