This Can't Be Spring

Barry Beck

After three months on the road hosting groups to Chile, New Zealand and Argentina, I now find myself on my home stream in northeastern Pennsylvania. The calendar says it's April and the first week of trout season so spring is here. I'm having trouble believing the calendar, this is all wrong – it's raining and cold and what's this....snow showers? You're kidding me. Where are the Quill Gordons and Hendricksons that I hoped to see? I dip my stream thermometer in the water and think that it must be broken, it can't be that cold. I shiver and pull a wool ski cap down over my Sage baseball cap.