Seasons on the River are a Study of Abundance and Diversity.
I went down to the river and waded in on the shortest, darkest day of the year as a simple act of appreciation, both for the memorable fishing season we had in 2024 and in anticipation of the one to come. I did land several fish as my feet went numb and my fingers ached, a sort of providence that augured well for both the fishery and myself, and I also fought some windy tangles to my line and left a couple flies in the willows.