Saturday I launched the boat in Seven Tree Pond just like on many summer trips, hunting for the pike that I understand should be in the shallows in early spring. The water temperature was only 45 degrees and the air was not even that warm. With a fairly stiff north wind, conditions were less than ideal for casting a fly. Still I had a few free hours and some new rods to check out.
This morning when Argy and I walked it was obvious that spring had arrived. The air has lost the edge it has during the colder part of winter, the days are longer 
and filled with birds singing. Brynna has been working in the office all winter keeping all of my projects moving forward quickly agreed when I suggested a canoe trip. We loaded the 20 foot Old Town Tripper and headed down to Ayer Park on Seven Tree Pond.
The warm winter had started to feel a little unnatural. Our daytime temperatures were in the forties during the day and rarely going below twenty at night. While easy on the firewood supply it simply did not feel like winter in Maine. All of that has changed at least for the time being. We had snow on Thursday; not a lot but six or so inches followed by freezing rain on Friday that made travelling to Portland with Argy an adventure.
