Fly-fishing in the freezer
Especially since that revelatory week in Vail when I found it was perfectly possible to ski in the morning, slip away to Gore Creek or the Eagle River for the lunchtime midge hatch, and still get back onto the slopes before the lifts closed, I’ve been deeply convinced by the leftfield concept of winter fly-fishing.
Some day I’d love to return to North America for the challenge of solsticial steelhead in the freezing coastal rainforests of Oregon and British Columbia. But in the meantime, winter on the Wandle, or somewhere in the West Country, seems to fit like a cosy neoprene glove.
Click here to read my latest guest blog about winter fly-fishing (and maybe the real Meaning of Life) for the Financial Times’ How To Spend It lifestyle ezine…
