Tis The Season
Winter has passed and the streams of northern Michigan are beckoning me. The fishing report holds promise of hatching mayflies, the weather report is just an educated guess, but neither report really makes a difference, to me, whether or not I head north for an extended period of time, well, till Sunday at least.
The next five nights will be spent fireside, the days will be spent busting brush to favored stream sections in search of rising trout. There may be a post or five before 10 P.M. this evening, but after that, I’ll be incommunicado. I hope to commune with a trophy brook trout.
Update: If you look closely, I’ll be somewhere in this section of northern Michigan, as shown in this satellite photo.
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