The dirty, dirty bastard that is winter is finally begining to relent. We're having a heatwave. Even Walter Matthau agrees.
In order to celebrate, I double-dipped with some fly fishing and cycling--though in all honesty, the fishing was planned long before I knew the weather would be decent.
Saturday I went fly fishing. I was hoping to get in a float on the Niangua, however, the backroads were still snow covered. So, instead, I made my second trip to Bennett in the last month. It didn't disappoint. Once again, fish were rising everywhere from about 11am-noon. Once again, a high vis parachute BWO was the fly of choice. Once the top water action slowed, I went back to a nymphing rig that I fished deep under an indicator. This proved to be a wise descision. The trout gods decided to smile upon me. I'm not sure if it was because I took a "newbie" out for his first fly fishing trip or if it was just dumb luck. Whatever the reason, I landed the 19 inch brown below on a green sparkle dub caddis emerger fished as a dropper under a weighted nymph--my biggest trout to date.
Sunday afternoon the temps soared to a scorching 58 degrees according to my car thermometer. I hit the road with 7 others and got in about two and a half hours of good, tempo road riding. This time of the year those miles are money in the bank.
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