New Years eve I was given the chance to fish a few hours on a smallstream. We had recieved a good snow fall and the trail as well as the access to the waters edge was a challenge. The air temp was about 25, but sunny. I had been fishing wet flies and was not having much success. A few half hearted attempts was all I enjoyed.
As I approached this run I saw what appeared to be a rise. Moving closer I put my foot down on what I thought was firm ground, I was wrong. It was a leaf pile and it gave way and sent my foot into the water. Normally that's not bad but I had only leather boots on and that equaled a really wet foot.
At that time I should have called it a day, but decided to stick it out for a spell.
I noticed quite a few of these guys on the snow. I changed flies and put on a EH Caddis.
My foot was starting to get numb, and I knew the time was close for me to leave. I said a half dozen more casts in this pool and I was leaving I don't remember which cast it was, but a trout rose to the caddis just off the point of the stick.
The little 2wt did its job and a moment later this wild brook trout was at hand. A quick photo and off he went.
The walk back to the car was not to bad even with the half frozen foot. A wonderful way to end the year.