Three weeks or so ago temperatures in the neighborhood were fighting like hell to break the zero mark.
Yesterday afternoon on the lower Madison (Blacks Ford to Greycliff) we saw a fair number of fisher-folk and temps in the 50 degree range (53 to be exact).
There were fewer fish and a few more mistakes with rod and oar than we’d care to admit or document in a posted photographic record.
Perhaps the most amazing thing, besides being on a living river again, was the almost total lack of snow cover and a few spots of new spring green here and there.
Sure is looking like an El Nino spring right now – skinny snow pack, drier than normal and very warm for this time of year.
Tags: Fish Stories
