Early Spring in the Blue Ridge
A few weeks back Fishing Buddy Dave and I fished a nearby creek. He took great pictures. We caught fish. We saw life peaking out and bugs in the air.
The ravages of winter and life.
Stella pays attention to everything. I would love to know her thoughts.
A wee stonefly taking a break on my shoulder.
Can’t hold new life back.
Saw a bunch of these mayflies in the air. Fish were mostly feeding on the nymphs but we caught a few on dries.
Walking the old logging trails.
Fishing and scrambling up the slots.
A colored up wee fella.
Dave used sinking flies. And caught more fish.
Trying not to fall.
A hungry little fatty.
Casting to the fishy part of the pool under a downed tree.
Just sitting and watching the water. Much of fishing is enjoying the moment and reviving.