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Ronan's report

Sunday was our local fly fishing club’s annual Winter Solstice Fly Fishing Trip. Despite temperatures hovering around -15 degrees Celsius, five brave souls put on as many layers of wool that would fit under the waders and trekked to the river. 10 degrees cooler than last year’s trip, but with the sun and the fat snowflakes it was a beautiful day!

The first pool produced the only fish of the day, a healthy rainbow buck. After the first was caught, fish began to rise in the run, some even making splashy rises. At -15 they must have been crazy, because the only thing on the water surface was pieces of ice and gently settling snowflakes. Nymphs, emergers, streamers; Nothing would induce them to take a fly. A couple of taps on the indicator was the only action for the rest of the day.

I would hate to be a fish in those types of conditions. There seemed to be anchor ice on much of the river bed and slush floating in every run. As we moved downstream, every cast resulted in more ice built up on the fly and line and every step resulted in an extra inch of snow stuck on the boots. The supercooled water was causing ice to form on the flies, line and leader, even when they were in the water. Some of the guys are in the habit of dipping the rod tip in the river to get the ice out of the eye. No shaking was quick enough to free it up! The only solution was to not strip any line in… and forget reeling, unless you liked taking your reel off and thawing it in you jacket. I think the added ice changed the lines from 6 weight to 10 weight, as the rod was overloaded with 5 feet out of the tip.

By the end of the day, those of us that walked in the river had a half inch of ice frozen around our waders from boot to knee. 15 minutes around a campfire was just warm enough to pry up the gravel guards to get to the laces. Maybe next year, I’ll look at getting bootfoot waders… Luckily there were warm drinks and fire charcoaled smokies to give us the energy to get home.

Still defrosting my waders…
Harps

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