In my former life out West I made a lot of ill-advised Spring travel choices. After skiing 120 days and surviving 6 or more months of serious winter we would be jonesing for some fishing. Without the funds for tropical trips we would strike out of the mountains to float the big name tailwaters which would hopefully cure us of our winter and impending mud-season blues. But more often then not, we would find ourselves Spring after Spring camping and floating in Spring blizzards or just freezing temperatures and hurricane force winds.
Fast forward almost 20 years and I did it again. You would think the mountains of the Southeast would be kinder then the high plains surrounding the Rockies (and technically they were) but I still managed to find dumping snow and fish in the coldest weather I’ve fished in a long time.
Despite a solid Southeast snow storm, our family donned the waders and managed to get some pretty good dry fly action in the Smokies in weather that one day topped out at 42. I know temps in the 40s doesn’t qualify as brutal winter weather, but besides myself, we are products of the South and not equipped for it.