Got out fishing yesterday, despite ominous weather report. When I pulled up to the stream, it had been snowing, with flake size and downfall intensity increasing... Good time to try out my impervious winter jacket: it did hold up very well - kept me warm and dry. The fishing was perfect - I had the entire stream to myself. Snow just pouring down... every time I'd move after standing blue-heron-still for a while I'd slough off big chunks of accumulated wet snow. The fish were everywhere they're supposed to be - got 8-9 from one hole and 12 overall from 10-12 PM. Every sight I took in seemed worthy of a photograph. I really wanted to stay out there for the entire day. However, the rate of accumulation started to get a little scary, so when I broke off my flies at noon, I walked back to the car... thinking I might drive to another section of the stream. However, the car would not move from its parking spot. Every time I tried, I just slipped further into the ditch.... No panic - couldn't think of a better place to be stranded, and I wasn't expected home for hours. So I just kept trying - digging, spinning, digging, looking... Finally a local couple came and we pushed the car onto the road. The drive home was a white-knuckler... I aborted the remains of the fishing day, thinking the longer I stayed out the tougher it'd be to get back to home base. It all turned out well. No big fish, but plenty of great action, and a fantastic, memorable day on the water.