Friday evening was calm, warm and the river didn't give up it's secrets easily. Bugs were everywhere, tiny little caddisflies, tiny blue-winged olives and a few larger early suphurs. A fish rose here and there, but they generally stayed put. I know, I saw them. Lots of them just hovering in place, low in the water column like suspended kites on a fixed line.
Saturday morning the sun rose behind a thick blanket of clouds. A short while later, the clouds darkened further and then sent forth bright flashes of lightening accompanied by roaring, rolling thunder. Large, heavy raindrops then fell briefly as if there was a law that thunder and lightening must be followed by rain.
By noon the clouds had broken up, the sun shone brightly, and the wind blew like a madman. Limbs fell from the trees, leaves broke free, and the seeds of spring were being scattered everywhere. You could fish, but only with great patience, and some did. I chose to catch up on stuff around the house.
Sunday, took care of mom.....................and the wind blew.