At the end of February I forecast that the first week of March would have the best winter steelheading of the season. The cause was obvious: Mrs. Fuzzy and I were visiting her sister in the California desert, far from any bodies of water except swimming pools.
Now I have another prediction: from March 7 through April 15 the fishing will be TERRIBLE in Oregon!
Again, the reason is obvious: I'm coming home.
I have put all my winter fishing eggs into one basket--the rest of March through mid-April. I've cleared the decks for that period. My two-year stint as chairman of the Stafford Hamlet Vision Committee (see my fall post) ends. I've finished projects around the house. I've scheduled multi-day fishing trips on the coast, the North Umpqua, and the upper Willamette. I am totally prepared for a big wind-up to winter steelheading, as well as for the March brown hatch in the Willamette Valley.
So you know what is going to happen next, don't you? All that rain that didn't happen in January and February is going to show up with a vengeance in March. Record flooding can be expected. Rivers will be blown out everywhere in the Northwest. The streams will run high and brown for five weeks.
In fact, if you count the days from March 7 (my return) through April 15 (the unofficial end of winter steelheading) you come up with 40 days and 40 nights.
Forty days and nights of rain. Hmmmm. Better convert your drift boats into arks now. Gather your favorite animals two-by-two. Get ready for a deluge of Biblical proportions.
And when it happens, remember that Uncle Fuzzy was the prophet--and bringer--of doom.