We took a couple of short walks yesterday, brief visits to a couple of places along the riversides. I carried binoculars, not a fly rod, bundled up against the harsh cold wind. Rivers have risen once more, and I scanned the likely currents I hoped to see some signs of life, there were none.
It is twenty-one well frosted degrees here in Crooked Eddy, and the changeover has been complete. West and East Delaware reservoirs are spilling once more, and river waters that had warmed to sixty unexpected April degrees have tumbled down to forty.
It seems the pair of bamboo rods chosen for my first forays shall remain in their tubes a little longer.
A few more days to gain some strength and stability lost amid the turmoil of winter; a few more hours to tie another dozen flies augmenting my already burgeoning supply, and wait.
Bright Waters Catskill 