I saw a fish the other night...at a tapas bar

New York City. Foreign Land. Tapas isn't real food. It's appetizers. And drinks. In fact, it's probably just a trick to make you drink more. Two glasses of Pinot Noir, $40. Glad for expense accounts.

Last week I was trapped indoors for a few days in a strategy session with the sales guys. Much fun. No fishing. No fly tying. Plenty of food and drink (so it's not all bad).

And it snowed. Lots.

The same forecast, again and again.

I've plotted a trip in March to Pulaski with Loren Williams and my friend Jon. The intended purpose of the meeting is to learn to cast a switch rod. Of course, I'm also not averse to catching a few shiny, large fish. Until then I'll be a drooling piscator trapped in ice.

Back in Connecticut this week and it's snowing again. For the past few days I've been battling the ice dams on the roof. I was just getting on top of this when the new storm rolled in. It's going to be weaker than expected so perhaps by the weekend the threat of dripping ceilings will be behind us.

In case you need to build hand and forearm strength for the fishing season ahead, I recommend a five pound mallet and a cold chisel. Chisel ice for a couple of hours each day. It's amazing how many muscles you'll find in your hands that you don't normally use in daily life or at the gym. If this continues much longer I'll have one Popeye Arm.

So, with Cabin Fever fully raging, I found a gem of a video on Youtube relating to Brookie Fishing. It's a perfect antidote to falling snow and iced up streams.

Enjoy.