I live in a town overrun with backdountry skiers — the kind of folks willing to hike most of the way up the mountain just to ski back down.

In that context, skiing on a barely inclined, snowed-over road isn’t exactly the stuff of high adventure, but when you sweeten the pot with a shot at some trout who haven’t been fished for since the snow fell, suddenly, an element of fly fishing adventure pokes through.

Hot damn.

Skis Are Faster Than Snowshoes

Snowshoes are foolproof and easy, but skis are fast. With greater range a given, I plumped for a more distant destination than last week’s snowshoe trip.

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Winter pack, touring skis.

Sadly, “farther” didn’t equate to “better” — I saw not a single rising fish, and exactly two BWOs. I was fishing water known for its fickle nature, but like all fly fishermen, I started the trip with visions of big fish, and plenty of ‘em.

Of course, if we always knew in advance how each fishing trip would play out, then we’d probably stop going. I’m pretty sure I would.

The ski in — in the neighborhood of two miles — lasted only 20 minutes, and the uphill trip out took less than 35.

I even figured a nice shortcut route, but let’s face it — I’m not likely to rush back.

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Don’t need much gear for winter; glass rod, two boxes of flies.

Still, honing the skiing skills might pay off this spring; last year’s first backcountry trip didn’t happen until late May, and while I don’t have a clear destination in mind yet, I can think of a couple backcountry lakes that could be skied to far earlier, provided they ice out before the snow goes away.

Of course, it’s not just the fish I’m after, it’s the chance to be the first to fish for trout that haven’t seen a fly since the snow flew in the fall.

Fishermen are always looking for an edge — an artifact of our past as loincloth-clad, spear-wielding hunters — and the scheming sometimes takes on the characteristics of a military campaign.

Hannibal crossed the Alps with elephants; though historians say it was done to take the battle to the Romans, I suspect a cleverly camouflaged campaign to fish remote streams.

At the Underground, we’re not just about correcting history’s errors. It’s just another useful, free service.

See you on skis, Tom Chandler.