Buds are forming on all the trees, the clock rolls forward an hour tonight, and I expect that with the possible exception of a slight frost between now and April, winter is behind us. Spent the afternoon on a favored MD stream, fishing with a fiberglass rod that is probably my favorite rod to cast tiny dry flies with. I did not plan on casting tiny dry flies though.
Conditions were rainy and colder (high of 44’F), rained all last night and then continued all day long — quite heavily at many points. Water stayed clean though – no brown-outs although the stream banks were fairly treacherous and with that slick red Maryland clay providing some slip & slide moments throughout the day. Browns were taking pheasant tail nymphs (and only PTs) in a size 18 or 20.
I hadn’t used New Zealand indicators in a while — maybe two years ago back in CA, and wanted to spend the day working with those again. They were always lovely in theory, but I never really set them up right on those California rivers. I was playing around with them this week and realized that the amount of wool one uses has to be just so — and back then I was either using too little or too much, trying to learn it in-the-current, to no avail. I have a much higher esteem of them now as an indicator, although I am probably more sour on indicator fishing as a whole, reminded of the lack of connection. At one point today I tried lifting the line and casting upsteam again and after three attempts couldn’t figure out why my line wasn’t getting back upstream, and it turned out I had a fish on the line, a couple of feet below the indicator. Couldn’t feel him at all. It was a beautiful little brown trout, had just traded his juvenile stripes for the purple and pink spots of adolescence, but without a tight connection between my rod tip and the hook, he was imperceptible to the hand. I do honestly get tired of tight-line nymphing all the time though so it is good to have that arrow in the quiver.
Because anglers tend to exaggerate, I am often surprised when something happens exactly as people describe it — I probably dismiss much of the superlative as hyperbole. I believe I heard Tom Rosenbauer once say “if you treat the New Zealand wool with some floatant it’ll float all day long.” Well, turns out that is true. All. Day. Long. Even in the rain. I remember the phrase, but never took it literally. My mistake.
There was a modest but unmistakable hatch all day of size 22/24 white wing midges (I think) but I couldn’t spot any rises or surface takes in the rainy conditions and trying to catch one of the flies for examination didn’t seem worth the effort. I did not seine the water, as I had done that two weeks ago, and did not expect much difference. Water temperatures were 43′-44’F on the day — same as the air — and I am curious as to whether than encourages a midge hatch. For Mayflies and Caddis species, I would expect that warmer air helps them dry off their new wings as they emerge, but it may be the case that Diptera has evolved with less reliance on warmer air at emergence due to their wings having less surface area. Rainy days bring less bird and other activity from avian predators, and so maybe there is a trigger there for the little guys to ditch their nymphal stage and take flight.
Finally – one last thing on the fishing in heavy rain: I now have four boxes (and hundreds of flies) drying out under a circulating fan to avoid any rusting of hooks or matting of materials in soggy boxes ahead of the next outing. I am used to caring for the handful of flies that get lightly used after a day on the water, but when one opens a box to switch out flies in a deluge, no matter how much care is taken, a fair bit of water gets in and all of the flies get wet. Future days of foul-weather fishing may call for more a more pared-back selection carried in a single box.
We are still waiting for our seeds from Southern Exposure Seed Exchange to arrive in the mail. The inaugural garden at the new house will consist of:
- 4 species of tomatoes (we want to learn canning this year)
- French Marigolds (for the pollinators during the season, and to control nematodes thereafter)
- Fava beans (because hell yeah)
- Kebarika bush beans (for drying)
- Red Hardneck Garlic
- Dyer’s Correopsis (because they look cool, and who knows – maybe we’ll dye something)
There will be other items, likely, but this is a start. SEEB also has watercress seeds coming but for obvious reasons they will not be in the garden. We have deep window wells in many spots in the house though and with a few glass containers, we could likely grow a fair amount. Also, if we get some oak casks for rain barrels, they could be used in there.
There was one species of tomato that I missed out on, as I delayed the order and it was no longer in stock: Aunt Lou’s Underground Railroad Tomato: The story is that the seeds were brought up from a black man escaping slavery in Kentucky and given to someone named Aunt Lou as he entered the free states in Ripley, Ohio. The plants are still in cultivar today, but you won’t find them in gardening shops and they aren’t Burpee branded Home Depot tomatoes. I dig the story though – there are skeptics on the veracity of it — but the idea of growing those seemed really cool to me. Seems like something that people should keep growing, even if only to consider the fact that it could have happened.
Thus far, the bird species we’ve seen in the yard are: Morning Doves, Cardinals, Mockingbirds, Sparrows, Starlings, Robins, Woodpeckers, and a pair of Blue Jays. Sarah has seen Kingfishers down on the Turkey Branch of Rock Creek — which until today I had misunderstood as Sligo Creek. Crows and Peregrine Falcons are not far off, but I have not seen them in the yard just yet. The bird feeders and bird baths are drawing tons of early activity to enjoy over coffee in the morning and I expect we’ll see more and more as we convert the front lawn to a more appropriate Chesapeake/Piedmont habitat.
SEEB painted the living room today while I was out fishing. It looks really good. Its a kind of soft yellow — almost a subdued mustard — which I honestly would have never expected to work, but contrasting the white trim of all the baseboards and framing around doors and stairs, ceiling, etc., it makes the whole place come alive in a really warm way. I would have expected it to make the room feel smaller too, but it feels bigger. It was a bold move; it paid off.
Now I am contemplating what color to paint my office.