If you take a look at the river, it seems like a different beast. Hatches of caddis and Hendricksons seem like a distant daydream. But, sure enough it will come with time, if we can just make it through the cold nights for another couple of months.
I took a look at the Housatonic yesterday and it looked as if the weather gods had a snowball fight, all of them landing in the water.
Went on a hike with Nora. The hills overlooking the Housy are certainly beautiful, yet quiet this time of year. We didn't see any wildlife at all. Maybe they were hunkering down, trying to get through the storm. Or, perhaps the dogs gave them ample warning of our presence. We were the only ones on the trail and the dogs really loved playing in the snow. Doesn't seem to bother them at all, in fact they relish it.
Anyway, fishing season is not officially closed yet here in Connecticut. Massachusetts (a short drive) doesn't have a closed season. Those are potentially options for me if and when it thaws out. The trout are still in there, surviving in their lethargic states, just waiting for those first warm days of spring.
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