but nothing was happening. i looked up at my rod tip to see if the line was tangled. it was clear, but then i saw the ice shining from my guides. the air was so cold that the water was freezing in the eyes of my guides, locking the line to the sides! i plunged my rod into the water. even though the stream was plenty cold, it was warm and fluid enough to melt the ice and free my line. during the battle i had to repeat the effort half a dozen times as my guides would ice up.
the fish gradually started to tire. as i brought it closer, 