Hugh Koontz & His Laughing Trout
Adventures in fly fishing for trout in the North Carolina mountains
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Pretty cold but pretty just the same
Everywhere I looked along the banks Monday there was crystalline sheets, needles, blocks, coats, drooping globs like diamond ear bobs...
But it was way too cold until I got up the dirt road and lost the wind. The sun felt good on my face. Soothing.
It was still cold enough to hurt.
And the fish hid.
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