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.
"As far down the river as he could see, the trout were rising, making circles on the surface of the water, as though it were starting to rain."- E.H., The Big Two Hearted River