It seems that I can't go more than a week these days without fishing in some form, regardless of how cold it is. So yesterday I found myself fishing a local stream with air temps hovering around freezing when I got there near noon before dipping below as day wore on. Given the conditions, my expectations were low, and walked down to the water hopeful for just one fish. The day turned out much better than expected, as one promising riffle produced four strikes in a 30-40 minute period, three hook ups, and two fish to hand. Not bad in my book for a mid-January day with ice on the fly rod guides. I was nymphing almost the entire time, using a beadhead pheasant tail (somewhat reminiscent of a stonefly nymph) in maybe a size 16 with a midge nymph dropper in size ~20. Both flies got hit, so I guess those were reasonable choices. I ended the day working back downstream with a bugger, but quickly lost it in a tree and decided to call it quits.