Written by Jen Kugler from Colorado, website - Fly Fishilicious
It had been 34 days since I last had fish on my hands. Even though I had gone out a couple of times since then, fishing was the game and skunk was its name. The cabin fever was setting in pretty strong again. I finally got a free day this weekend, and as luck would have it, it wasn’t snowing, so I decided to bite the bullet and go do some winter fly fishing. Especially since a friend said he’d brave the cold too – that helped with the motivation. I didn’t want to be that cold, whiny woman on the river – so I bundled up in a few good layers and set my mind to it. When we got out of the car it was 17 degrees. It didn’t feel so bad. I thought I was doing okay for the first little bit. I even hooked into a fish pretty quickly and promptly lost it – I let the rod tip down. My bad! The cold makes your brain a little fuzzy right? I ended up rolling a few and bringing two rainbows to hand – finally fish on my hands again – it felt so good!! And no, I didn’t get any fish pictures. I just couldn’t bring myself to get my iPhone out of my pocket. By then I was getting so frozen I was starting to hurt and was even a bit nauseous. Yes, I had become that woman – the shivering had become louder and I may have even squeaked out a few whimpers. I finally took the opportunity to head back to the car and thaw out. I was satisfied. I caught some fish. Yes, I’ll admit it – I wanted to catch some fish – I don’t ENJOY being cold, even though I love winter fly fishing! There are days when I’m completely at peace and comfortable on the water, but the cold is just not for me. I’m not made for it, literally. It may have crossed my mind that packing on a few more pounds during the holidays could be a good thing…more warmth on the river right?! The high for the day was 23 degrees, my lucky number – and I did feel lucky. Lucky I finally got fish on my hands again and lucky I didn’t die out there! There, I did it. I experienced it, and will probably experience it again when addiction and pull of the fish becomes stronger than my disdain for the cold.
Until next time,