I took this a couple of weeks back. Some of that snow is flowing down the Madison now.
Quinn Grover
I wrote once about my belief that the dead of winter is the cruelest time for any trout fisherman. You’ve got the near-lethal cold, the weeks upon weeks until the first mayflies might hatch, and the painfully short bursts of sunshine amid marathons of gray. I still believe all that. But this spring and summer […]
