We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming, because it's frankly still hard to believe that for the past several weeks I have been fly fishing mid-elevation stillwaters in Utah. During February. No ice holes required. As in casting a fly line and having its entirety land on liquid where there would normally be 14 inches of solid ice right now.
The Hell you say? Well, in all past years of my lifetime you would be entirely correct in calling BS - but not THIS year. Hungry trout have been tearing the chenille off my flies right down to the bare hook because no one has told them there's another month of Winter supposedly going on right now.
It has been butt-numbing cold at times, but this is OPEN WATER we are talking about. The cure to cabin fever.
Not only that but in the town of Circleville a guy named Mike, proprietor of Butch Cassidy's Hideout, makes something called a Hash Stack. It's a conglomeration of hash brown potatoes, ham, sausage, bacon, and 2 eggs smothered in country gravy. One eats this breakfast, and then fishes all day with no additional nutrient requirements.
Early in the season I am giddy to fish and don't spend much time behind the lens. While rivers are certainly available all Winter long, stillwater trout on the fly at 6,500 feet in February... it's just unheard of.
Here's to places of extremes. See you on the water.