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.”