I finally couldn't stand it anymore. Winter has taken its toll, the
weather was up to 45, and I had just tied up a half dozen new #14
olive nymphs.

We got out to the river (year round fishing allowed) and trudged
through 3 feet of miserable snow to cast into high rushing water, in
spots which we had no confidence. Balancing on ice chunks, grumbling
about snow in my boots.

We fished for about 45 minutes.... but it was sweet. Theres a dollar
riding on the first trout of the season. I cant wait for spring to
officially warm things up in Maine.