It’s not often when we get such a stretch of nice weather in February in these parts, and when we do the urge to take up the fly rod and commune with trout and nature is sometimes more than I can bear. So today my good friend Jeff and I will shirk our worldly duties and drive into the mountains of West Virginia to see what’s hatching (literally and existentially) and if we can fool any trout into coming out to play for awhile.

Enjoy this beautiful day, whatever it brings!