Someone needs to have a talk with that blasted oversized weather forecasting rodent. You've heard of Phil from Punxsutawney? Six more weeks of winter he said.
It's looking more like six months.
Green grass. In Montana. In July. Maybe.
No matter. I ventured to the creek earlier this week. Sans rod, I walked a section to check for spawning fish. Happily, I can report that some of the graveled areas were finally occupied by rainbows going about their business. A bit further on, a few fish were rising reliably. That was good enough for me! I hightailed it back to the car to retrieve fishing tackle. They were still sipping midges when I returned. And, they were cooperative too!
They ate these the next day.......