As a sportsman, have you noticed as the seasons change that you find yourself doing similar things that you have done in the past? Over the years, I have tried to go fishing every President’s Day even if it means standing in ice-choked river freezing my butt off. For me this recurring experience really brings into perspective the cyclical nature of things. Of all the seasons, I struggle with winter the most. I get cabin fever really bad and I can’t stand to be cold. I guess February fly-fishing is my way of kicking against Ole Man Winter’s pricks.

For this post, I thought I would share a few pictures from some recent winter fishing excursions. The first was to the South Fork of the Snake River. My second February foray on President’s Day was to the Black Canyon of the Bear River. Both days were not bad at all for February, as I did not get too cold and I caught some fish.

Sunny’s first February fishing trip to the Portnuef River in 2003. As you can tell, she was pretty cold and miserable. At the time, I questioned whether she would ever be a good winter fishing companion.

Dejavu! I took this picture of Sunny on February 7, 2009 on the banks of the South Fork of the Snake River during my first fishing trip of the year. I think she wondered what the heck I was doing “standing in a river waving a stick.”

Sunny has since learned to enjoy winter fishing. I was amused as she tried to swim across the huge South Fork in frigid water. I only caught a few white fish that first trip, but I’ll take whiteys over getting skunked any day!

Since our first February fishing outing in 2003, Sunny has turned into a great fishing companion and I think she even enjoys herself in spite of the cold.

This is the Black Canyon of the Bear River. As you can see it is literally a series of cascades with plunge pools below each fall and this is where the fish usually hold. I love to fish this place in the winter! It gives me hope for the kinder seasons to come.

Sunny found a way to keep herself busy as I caught a few rainbows.

Below is my first fat rainbow of the year.

Black Canyon is a great place to spend a wintery day. Returning to a familiar river is like hanging out with an old friend that you haven’t seen for awhile.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Dale Hernden says:

    You must be using nymphs or streamers?

  2. Dale, There was a pretty decent hatch of midges coming off, but I did not see any fish rising for them. I had my first trout rise up and grab my florescent orange strike indicator 4 or 5 times. To match the hatch (so to speak) I tied on an orange Glow Bug (egg pattern) and he ate it on the first or second cast. Black Canyon can be a tremendous dry fly fishery, but in the winter, nymphing is the only show in town. Andy

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