I got out to fish again on Friday.... It was supposed to warm up, the key word was supposed. 35 degrees not 44, and windy. 35, I can handle but when you throw in a consistent wind, it just kicked my ass for about three hours. That is until Olives started to hatch, then I didn't feel a thing.
The risers were more consistent today than they were the other day, and that always makes for a good day. Not to mention that they were all nice fish, nothing too small. It's the beginning dryfly season and I love it. Now all we need are warm temps, and I don't look for that for at least a few more weeks. I'll survive as long the bugs keep hatching.