The river was a bit dirty because most of the snow has melted. As you can see, the only white stuff left is in way up high. When that melts we'll get some serious run-off but till then the fishing should be OK.
Before the wind picked up, as it always seems to do in the Valley, I got his nice rainbow on a midge. First dry fly fish of the year. Pic doesn't do him justice. He was bright red and feisty.
Then, because the wind was blowing too hard to do too much fishing, I wandered down the river.
I ran into some mulies hanging in some trees. I spoked 'em and they casually walked off, single-file style.
Down at the next bend in the river, I came across the Tower Hosue. I'd heard about it but never seen. Apparently, the guy who built got a lot of backlash from his neighbors. I thinks its cool and not because it is right on the river. It's not like the Valley needs another faux log cabin, is it?
On the way back to the car, I came across the first pair of sandhill cranes of the year. As usual, as I approached they made a racket. One flew off, but this one stuck around for a pic.
Sunday was an even better day weather-wise. High 60s, and no wind. Thought it would mean a great day for fishing, but the trout were only feeding sub-surface. Got a couple on nymphs, including a nice brown that was camera-shy.
