February...

February is month of waiting.....  I came to this realization tonight as I sat in the den with the fireplace roaring to my right and my dogs curled up sleeping behind me enjoying the warmth of the fire while dreaming of grouse and quail.  February holds no special place in our hearts.  We long for summer and the joys of wet wading the mountain creeks and rivers of southern Colorado.  We ache for the chill that an autumn morning brings as we crawl out of our tent eager see the chaos that a covey rise brings.  February has non of this and we are left simply to our memories of the previous year.  I hope you'll indulge my reminiscing as I anxiously await the days to tick by until I can watch a dry fly being engulfed by a hungry Arkansas river brown, or listen to the explosion like sound of a covey of quail as they rise before my gun.  February is indeed a month of waiting....