"Not quite yet!" 

Except for God's critters, I was alone in the woods--even the wind was quiet. But the message came through, loud and clear. It was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon--bright sun . . . high blue sky with marshmallow clouds--the whole ball of April wax. 

As I meandered about my favored spots in my most favorite woods, it was obvious that I (as always) was a tad early for morels. 

It is important to note here that the calendar said April 14 and I was in Boone County.  If you do not read this for a few days hence, or if your favorite patch is north or south of Boone County, you could be up to your eyeballs in morels (what a happy thought), or in my boat. 

So although the woods was telling me it was not yet time for morels, its grassroots citizens were telling me not to go to sleep at the switch--that it could happen any day now. 

For example, the May-apples, which a few days earlier, were just corkscrewing their way up through the forest floors, now were unfurling their umbrellas. And the spring beauty, Indiana's most-observed, but least-respected wildflower, was turning the woodlands into riots of  white (with  pinkish tinge) blooms. 

But the real prognosticators of the woods on that day were the trout lily, and the cut-leaved toothwort, the former punctuating the forest floor like foghorns in a fogbound harbor, and the latter just starting to open into bashful little four-petal wonders. 

The rich-yellow petals of the trout lilies seemed to be 2 ½ (two and a half) inches in diameter (as large as I had ever seen them), and their dark brown anthers were nearly half an inch long. They said don't be long away. 

Getting there had required a long, arduous walk down a soggy lane, and I knew the return to my car would be no less a problem. But I knew I would heed the call of the wild in the next day or so . . . if I had to crawl. 

HO-HUM, HIGH WATER

Many anglers wave the white flag on fishing rivers and streams in times of high water. 

Pete Johns, one of my old river-rat friends on the Tippecanoe River, welcomes excess water with open arms and lots of live bait. And he always has catfish or walleyes in the frig or freezer. 

When the Tippe is above normal and muddy below Lake Freeman, Pete will be found watching his poles on the river bank near his house His angling expertise and efforts are rewarded with both walleye and channel cats. 

Pete tight-lines (just a sinker and hook) his offerings (he likes redworms best) in fairly close to the bank (no more than 15 feet out) because he says that is where fish feed in times of high water. 

"The river is falling now," Pete told me yesterday (by phone), but I still have a couple of rods out on the dock." 

Pete says walleyes--just above the 14-inch legal size limit--are being taken in good numbers now, but he ads that some larger fish show up now and then. A popular spot is the swift water below Oakdale Dam, but the Tippe is a good walleye fishery all the way to its confluence with the Wabash River. 

Of course, the Tippe has always been a good forktail river, not to mention smallmouth bass.