MAINE - Life in the Slow Lane
Dave, I will be fishing vicariously through you! Good luck and let us know how it was.
No fish on the fly today. Although the temperature pushed 70 degrees the hatch was minimal. A small midge hatch and a small may fly were on the surface a few made it off the water. I could have went subsurface but elected to stay with a dry. Something I personally choose to do with bamboo. Although Jay and I didn't catch a fish just being out on the stream proved rewarding. Stress left my body as the sun beamed on my body. The fresh air entered my lungs like medicine. Took a couple pictures of the first green vegetation to sprout from mother earth and one of Jay sitting waiting for a rise. I will post later. Dave V
That is great Dave. We are in for more snow and cold. May get as much as 18".
See Yah
Lee
I'm Jeleous. It's snowing again here in southern NH got 30" on the ground and this storm should bring at least another 10". Have a ball Dave and tight lines to ya.
Don't be jealous John. Remember this when we are in the middle of a serious drought. The warm temperatures and lack of moisture could bring major problems for us this summer.
Lot of snow here! Came around the corner this morning after raking the back side of the house and there was Rosie sitting on the roof.
I am very sick and tired of all this now. I still have to shovel of my porch roof again, can't get to it today.
See Yah
Lee
Raining a little today. Not much but the grass got a little moisture.
My fear for you folks in north east is a rapid warming trend . You folks could be in for some serious flooding
Once again record temperatures hit Rapid City South Dakota today is 67° looks like it might hit 68 . Tomorrow's gonna be even warmer got my fly rods out today checked my flies looks like I'll be going fishing tomorrow Sorry folks back in New England not trying to rub it in just wanted to let you give you an update to what's going on.
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Oh darn it only hit 73
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.