A total melting today under clearing skies and temps in the 50s. If skis won’t glide, it’s time to cast some flies before water freezes. Slow sippers on Streeter are unimpressed by everything, until finally I have a taker on the smallest fly in my box. I still have a slight murmur of a headache from threading it onto my leader. Tough fishing, but until there is snow to play in I am grateful for the opportunity to be outside.