It snowed. Then it stopped. It snowed some more over night. I decided to go out and see the river, see whether the big fish were on the redds yet. I was tired of reading the guide reports. Some things you have to test for yourself. I drove through knee-high snow drifts to get to some of my sports. The snow, over layers of wet bentonite, was slick, and walking on any degree of slope was ridiculous. My boots snowplowed as I tried to keep from tipping over. Rocket sprinted up and down the bank looking for a stick he could harass me with. He puts it on your feet until you give in and throw it in the river, ruining a good run for fishing. I didn't catch a bunch, but a few. They were fat with roe, and colored-up. I saw redds with no fish on them. Any day now the whole system is going to switch over to the spawn, even down low, where I fish. The water was extremely clear. The moss was all but gone. The flush has done its job. Now we just need the snow to go away.