I heard a trout's cry from beneath the ice: "....sang....chew...air.....ree, sang....chew....air..ree! I beg you.. I can't let you give us the beadheads and wolly-buggers whipping all year long. I need a rest."

Even though we can fish all year long out here (Colo.), I'm glad they have a place too hide. Too bad they don't have a quiet place to spawn.