This morning when I looked at the mountains south of the Snake River, it was all white. I never could see the mountains to the north and east, as all were covered with clouds. What happened to fall? Winter's here already.
Sounds like we have been a similar weather pattern. The tomatoes are froze. Pheasant hunting opens Saturday. The weather could make for a interesting hunt. The forecast is for a cold front to pass through with some below freezing night time temps. Morning snow flurries followed by wind and even cooler temps.
It has been around freezing every morning since I started this thread. Afternoons have made it into the mid-50's. We've been running 10 degrees below average for this time of year. I haven't taken off my coat while fishing all week, and the smallmouth are moving into winter holding spots. The fish have been larger this week, but are fewer. Yesterday, I had to anchor to hold on a spot, since the wind blew me upstream most of the day.
Our Pheasant season does not open for a few weeks, but duck season opens tomorrow. Hunters should have fun since winds are predicted to be up to 35 MPH this PM and tomorrow morning. I'll leave the river to the duck hunters and whitecaps today and over the weekend.
Wednesday, I watched a nice mule deer buck work its way along the river bank into some brush and trees. Fudge and I crouched in the bow of the boat and steered silently at the brush patch with the electric motor. I got to within about 30 feet before I realized the buck had bedded down and was in plain sight and looking right at us. He blended into the shadows perfectly. I let the current take us downstream and didn't disturb him. Fudge just said "what mule deer? I didn't see any deer."
Over the past two weeks my wife and I drove to Wisconsin to visit our daughter and her family. For most of the trip up and while we were there it was wet windy and cold with flurries one day. On the way back we stayed one night in London, KY and it was the most pleasant day's weather of our trip. In the early evening I was sitting outside enjoying the quite, solitude and balmy 60 degree temperature when a guy walked up and started talking about global warming. After a while I asked if his name was by chance Al Gore. For some reason he became upset and left. Ahhh! Quite, solitude and balmy 60 degree temperature again! There are some days when that's what you crave.
I RECENTLY MOVED BACK TO THE MIDWEST TO BE CLOSER TO MY FIRST GRANDCHILD,TOOK SOME GETTING USE TO THIS COLD AND HUMID WEATHER(CAME HERE FROM ARIZONA) MY SON TOOK ME TO HIS FAVORITE MUSKY LAKE,WITH THE TEMPS. IN MID 40'S AND 20 MPH. WINDS I WAS ASKING MYSELF WHAT WAS I THINKING? ITS STILL IN THE 80'S IN AZ., BUT THEN MY "COWGIRL" GOT HIT HARD BY A 44" MUSKY,AMAZING HOW THE WEATHER DIDNT MATTER AT THAT MOMENT, WE CAUGHT 2 THAT DAY, I MIGHT GET USED TO THIS, WE FISHED MOSTLY STRIPERS ON LAKE MEAD,BUT HERE THE VARIETY OF FISH YOU CAN GO FOR IS GREAT,GLAD TO BE BACK HOME AND MY NEW BEST FRIEND, AYDEN, WARMS ME EVERY DAY, IM GONNA SPOIL HIM GOOD AND LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY HE CATCHES HIS FIRST FISH. CHARLIE