The Rainbow – the symbol renewal; The promise of change and hope. In the grey depths of winter, in the shadows of worry and fear, through the heavy burden of difficulty; what could be more fitting?
And so from the chill we emerge, and we return to wild places, to unspoiled nature, where the noise of this world can’t be heard. Where the sound of water over rock echoes down the canyon, and naked trees adorn the blue sky overhead.
Wild rainbows on size 18 nymphs..subtle and delicate. The fishing is slow this time of year… but the trout are there… In the slow water, in the deep runs. They never left; we simply stopped coming to find them.
As February fades and winter wanes, we have much to look forward to in the new year. Rising trout and quiet water. Afternoons shared with friends in beautiful places, with hot coffee and cold beer. A little less noise and turmoil, and little more peace and hope. May we all seek, and find, many rainbows this year.