Fly fishing season is just around the corner, even if the weather hasn’t quite got the memo yet.
The rivers and lakes still look more like chocolate milk than gin clear, the wind can’t decide which way is “up” and the rain seems endless this year.
But the evenings are stretching out, the water temps will start to creep up soon, and it won’t be long before the trout remember what rising is for. I’m already mentally sorting fly boxes, wondering which scruffy old patterns will earn their keep again this year and which new “best ever fly” experiments will fall apart on the first cast.
Here’s hoping the rain eases off, the wind calms down, and the trout wake up hungry. Roll on those first proper evenings of rising fish, nice smooth, long casts.