For many of us fly fishing is a year 'round passion that we either embrace fully, or try to corral to fit within our busy schedules. For others it's strictly a Spring/Summer ordeal where hatches and dry flies are the driving emphasis for their time on the water. Once the frosts arrive they roll up shop and move indoors or onto other pursuits. I personally have always carried my time on the water into the winter months, but admittedly mainly on selective days where Indian summers and January thaws are welcome anomalies. There are the normal lulls in my time on the water caused by a few other conditions that course threw my veins each year, and that seem to overcome my fly fishing and fly tying efforts. They come in the form of Spring Gobblers waking me up at first light, and the velvet bucks of early fall which prompt my bow to come off the pegs.