Ma Nature Throws Us A Bit of Everything for The Final Week

My countdown may be winding into it’s final week, but it truly looks like a long one. Time to sit back and watch the forecasters scrambling to predict the angler’s fate…

After another concerning brush with mortality two days ago, I am contemplating that as I watch things continue to change on the weather front. Its a lot like watching an action movie. Since yesterday afternoon, they have spread out the rainfall a little, taken one of the three snow days out of the picture while adding some accumulation to one of those remaining, and trimmed five degrees off the high temperature that still hinted at a little promise for day zero.

The three Delaware reservoirs continue to spill. They have gained volume over the past day or two, and there’s another three quarters of an inch of rainfall on the way before that snow blows on into town. The Beaver Kill has reached a wading flow, though the water temperatures have not recovered to that verge of magic reading that teased me two weeks ago. Everything looks ready to change, and not for the better.

Instead of getting a few early days on the river this week, I’ll be sitting down with the cardiologist while trying not to dwell on the slow start to the fishing that is looming as April begins. Come on Red Gods, give us a break!

Pardon my indulgence. I had to step away and bask in the glow of some brighter April moments: the anticipation of that soft, bankside bulge amid the drifting mayflies, the full, glorious arch of vintage bamboo amid the crescendo of notes played by an English reel!

I look to memories to soothe my mind…