Once again, waiting on the snow and for the fish to return. A new year. Not much yet but I can wait. I know how to wait.
Actually, we got some snow a few nights ago but we still need more. We need snows and rains to soak the earth, to fill the lakes and rivers.
I also made an inquiry at the local fly shop. Always helpful. Some fish are appearing in the runs and feeding. I can usually fill in the rest that the fish are taking eggs and midges. Maybe a black leach.
The plan is to fish tomorrow with two friends. Sometimes going fishing feels like a commitment to people in my life, to keep in touch and at other times a commitment to get out in nature and perhaps prove to myself I can still find a fish.
Fishing can also be about keeping my commitment to walk a solitary path through the forest and that reminds me of how I started fishing back in New Jersey 50 years ago.