Ice.
We’ve reached that point in the season where ice rules every fishing trip. Ice on the road. Ice in the guides. Ice on the river bank. Ice floating downstream in great big chunks. There is hardly any sound more eery than stepping out onto a riverside ice shelf and hearing it creak and groan underneath you…
It’s only the middle of December and already it’s easy to let your thoughts drift back to the halcyon days of summer. Those days will return and they will be all that more appreciated for the wanting. In the meantime, sit back, relax and enjoy the distinct beauty that winter provides.
