There are a select number of masochistic fly anglers who head out to frigid rivers in mid March hoping for olives and rising trout. I’m not one of them (this year anyway). However, plans are afoot for the coming weekend as we go past the ‘real’ starting day, April 1st. In the meantime, there was some nice soft light this evening, but a fairly bracing chill to the air. Pleasant enough, however, for a quick stroll to stretch the legs.