... fishing a couple places I've never been able to fish in December before because of the usual deep snow on the rocky bank scrambles down to the water. Whatever snow was there even a few days ago is gone - and the snowmelt run-off brought the streamflows up and turned the water a really nasty brown, with low visibility.

But there were a few fishies that were willing to play, with the same ( FEB Salmon ) fly that I've fished the past few days. One of the good things about playing tag is how long a single fly can last - hours per day and day after day. Ready to go again, if it gets the opportunity.

The real treat today, however, was a fisher. In all the time I've spent on this river over the past twelve years, I've only seen one other fisher. It came out of the woods to right of the highway, scampered around for a few seconds while I hit the brakes, and then headed back into the woods as I processed the experience. Sheer delight at seeing another one of these beautiful critters.

John