A week previously, we were drilling holes in frozen lakes and having fried bluegill for dinner. A week later, we looked at the weather, called Josh at Gates Lodge to confirm that the mid-winter heat wave wasn’t an illusion, and drove up to the Au Sable. Now, Josh and his guys will fish all winter, but they may be of a heartier breed than me. It gets very cold and very snowy in northern Michigan, and typically the weather doesn’t allow for much open water fishing until March.

What a difference a week makes...
But we aren’t the only people able to decipher a weather forecast, because when we arrived at the boat ramp at first light one boat had already launched and gone, one was launching, and one was waiting to launch. Eventually we got on the water, found some solitude, and thoroughly enjoyed the warm sun and 50 degree air temps. In the middle of January. In northern Michigan. The smell of spring in the Northwoods was on the air. It was enough to forget that it was the middle of January, in northern Michigan. Until we woke up Sunday morning to freezing rain and sub-freezing temps. And then stepped out of the car that evening back in Chicago to 18 degrees. Winter is still here.
The glimpse of warm spring was an unexpected reprieve from the cold winter, and it will make the next couple of weeks at least a little more bearable. The Wisconsin trout opener will be here in about six weeks, and although the weather then may just as easily be cold and snowy as warm and sunny we will know that spring is here, with another winter behind us.




