Trout Don't Live In Ugly Places By Len Harris, WI It is the middle of winter. Close your eyes and dream about May and June. The sights the smells they are intoxicating....even with your eyes closed. The sounds of water....the smell of the outdoors....It is all etched in your memories. The world is new and beginning its rebirth. Oh my .....it is almost impossible to describe the smells and the scenery. The wind in the trees and the baby birds chirping. A bee buzzing..... Unexpected discoveries on the way to the stream. May I open my eyes now? I believe it is time to fish.