As I tap away at my computer the sun is shining but it is only 11degC outside, which is a little chilly for this time of year.
I am sure it will warm up as the day progresses and looking at the forecast for the next few days it is going to be quite a bit warmer.
This is good news for those whose fishing highlight of the season is the annual cicada bonanza.
There may be the odd cicada hatching already, but a few consecutive warm days will really get the hatch under way.
This is when the tussock lakes come into their own.
I will bet the timing is right, meaning there will be some great fishing to be had.
Like all fishing nothing is guaranteed, but if you do not go you will not catch anything.
Cicadas fly at about 18degC, so this is the fishing for you if you do not like early starts.
When a high-pressure system settles over the South Island this is the time to head for the hills, to Poolburn, Manorburn, Onlsow and Loganburn dams, in anticipation of great fishing with more big trout rising than you can shake a fishing rod at.
But do not give up if there are few or even no fish at all rising.
The fish are still there and they need to feed. So if they are not on the surface, imitate something that they may be feeding on beneath the water.
Damselfly nymph, water boatman and snail imitations are worth a try.
If you prefer to fish a river this weekend just about all waters are in good order except the lower Clutha, which is still on the high side.
Willow grub are falling like rain on waters with willow trees, of course, but that covers most of our streams.
In places trout will be totally preoccupied with these tiny larvae and there appears to be neither rhyme nor reason to catching such trout.
I fished the Taieri on Strath Taieri the other day and for most of the day trout were rising, mostly to willow grub and the occasional mayfly spinner.
It was warm but blustery to start and covering the first rise that I saw meant casting into a strong headwind.
The only way I could get the fly near the fish was to wait for a lull in the wind.
The first cast that landed near the fish was instantly taken — the fish wallowed on the surface and dropped off.
It crossed my mind I might not get another chance at a fish for the rest of the day, but I quickly banished such negative thoughts.
Luckily the wind dropped and more fish rose. I tried a small hare’s ear nymph, a willow grub imitation and an emerger.
The latter was the only fly that the fish would take and I managed to land a few.
