Another Cold and Gloomy One

But it is supposed to get nicer over the rest of the week. That short little summer we had was wonderful but what a tease! Still remarkably few interesting birds around....lots of assorted black birds, song sparrows, and winter holdovers, but the coot I saw on a national news show this morning was the most unusual sight all week. Where is our woodcock anyhow?


Opening day of trout season yesterday passed unremarked. I am too much of a wienie to fish in such weather...and really I think the fish are far too girly to bite when it is this cold too. The best trout catch I ever made was when a couple of friends and I rode horses for several days up to Murphy Lake and camped to fish. I was untangling a line someone had snarled up, sitting on a big rock with my toes in the lake with the worm dangling just over the surface while I teased apart the messy coils of monofilament.


Wham! A nice brookie that made a nice breakfast cooked on our campfire. Usually although I LOVE to fish I don't catch much.


I have written of that insane trip before. Only a complete and utter fool would ride a black horse into the mountains on opening day of early black bear season...and guess who rode a little black horse for well over twenty years.... (In my defense it was an unusual September season and we just didn't know, but still...when we came out of the woods to find the road lined with trucks and bristling with armed guys looking for large black animals...well....)


Anyhow, the calendar says spring, the buds on the tulips say spring, the daffodils are already folding their tents...now if the weather would just get on the same page.