This weekend as I tossed a woolly bugger into Oil Creek's brown, high waters, I was startled by a hen yelping across the water. After 3 chubs I decided to concentrate on an ice cold Miller Lite and a cigar for a few minutes. The water was high, fast and brown - not a great day for trout fishing. The temp was in the low 70's ... just at the too high mark.
As I sat contemplating how great it was to be alone on the stream, fishing or not, a huge hen flew overhead to the opposite bank and scrambled up the hill.