Morning, and the Catskills have been freshened by a dusting of new snow! Just a touch, a little to remind us it is January, to make everything white and beautiful again! Rain is coming, and that will surely melt away this morning’s blessing, so I will savor it for these brief moments.
I’ve been thinking of birds this morning, wondering where I might find a January grouse. I shan’t chase them in the rain, though I would enjoy a woods walk with a lovely fresh dusting as we have today.
With the rain coming I read this as a good day for tying flies, and perhaps I should finally sort those fly boxes, get my tying organized rather than driven by inspiration as it has been. A personal shortcoming that, flighting about on the wings of inspiration rather than heading steadfast on a prudent course; or is it? Its true I could find myself light one necessary pattern on a fine spring afternoon, but that just opens up an entire world of other possibilities!
The Guild will gather this evening, a cyber meeting with each comfortable at his own bench, wrapping hackles upon his chosen hooks. Such evenings are a great way to pass the winter with our members scattered far and wide. They’ll not be travelling to Roscoe in January, when the Beaver Kill beckons only in memory.
Bright Waters Catskill 