Winter has retreated to the high country. There it will make its last stand.
Down along the creek it's already spring even if the calendar says it's winter for one more day.
You've brought your new ties, and over the afternoon each pattern--PMD, Lady McConnell, and Adams variant--brings trout to the net.
You bring one in on a black humpy and discover a nice little mayfly tie broken off in the corner of its jaw.
The afternoon goes from breezy to breezier, in the great tradition of March. The pelicans sail over now and then tilting like kites.
The best fly of the afternoon is the little yellow and quail soft hackle. You trail it in the meniscus behind a high-floating stimulator for awhile.
The sun angles lower. On the last trip, this was the time for a lively evening rise. This time the fish stay down.
You change tactics and present the soft hackle with a brisk strip. It works.
It's on the strip that you catch the last fish of the day and the last fish of winter.
You get home and the moon has a halo around it. Looks like a change in the weather.