This time last year, I remember, I was already into plenty of fishing. We'd had a warm spell in southwestern PA, and snow wouldn't be seen lying on the ground in any serious quantity until spring, summer, and fall had run their course. In a particularly sharp memory, I recall a day where I'd landed bass and bluegill, lots of them, fishing a drowned elk hair caddis and wearing just a t-shirt and jeans. Granted, that was unseasonably warm weather for a Pennsylvania February, but the feet of snow we've seen this month just make me remember it that much more.
I took some time out earlier this week, bound and determined to do some fishing somewhere...anywhere.
I drove to 6-8 of my normal fishing areas, and while the water is clear of ice, fast, and just a touch...