Ive finally rally'd the troops to spend a day this saturday. We are still debating the destination (suggestions?). Ill post a report when we are back. So far Rocky Ford seems to be the destination of choice.
As we geared up under the clear blue dawn standing in the snow at the south parking lot at Rocky Ford, Les and I both glumly contemplated how foolish we were to even be there. The time and temp sign in front of a bank in Ephrata indicated 19� at 7am. The flag was standing straight out from its pole, pointing due south like a cloth weathervane in the gale force wind blowing straight out of the Arctic.
Once on the water and walking stiffly in all our layers, the wind chill was well below zero, numbing our fingertips and noses, freezing our guides, whipping our lines in random directions and landing every other cast in the reeds or weeds.
In short, yesterday at the Ford was tough fishing at best and made the proverbial witch's tit seem warm and inviting by comparison.
The good news is that we had the place to ourselves until two other fools showed up about 3pm. I christened my new 1973 Orvis Limestone Special bamboo rod by landing fish of 24 and 19 inches and SDRing another of 18-20 inches after a several-minute struggle. All my fish came in the morning with only a few brief hook-ups after 11am.
But the best news is that we were off the water and heading for home while it was still light.
K
