In the past week or so around New York state you have probably noticed people, guys mainly, standing on bridges looking at water, myself included. Saturday, April 1 is the state wide trout opener and I like many others are eagerly waiting for this rite of spring. For as long as I can remember, fishing the opening day of trout season has been a mile-marker in my year.
I grew up near a small creek in north-central Pennsylvania and as I remember, I would stand on the bridge below my house and stare at the creek, envisioning myself hooking a limit of trout on the opening day, and everyday after that.
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| Nice brown, not big, but it will do. |
The weeks before the opener would find me in the local department store's sporting good section looking at fishing tackle, wishing I had a some money in my pocket. Of course, I had equipment to get the job done. I had a nice Fenwick glass rod and a Plueger Medalist reel, some cheap fly line and a roll of monofilament for leader. I was a fly tyer so I had a box full of flies I had been working on through the winter. I wasn't real savvy about fly hatches and the such, but I knew my soft hackle wet flies and a hand full of streamers would work for me on opening day.
These days I have more tackle and such that now the challenge is which rod and reel to go with. I am more savvy about fly hatches now but I would bet real money that I will be fishing with soft hackle wet flies and a handful of streamers come Saturday morning.
I am betting that I am not alone in this spring tradition. Things in a persons life like the opening day of trout season, are the things that give some balance to a persons life in a world that has basically gone crazy. Saturday morning will find my head empty of politics, social unrest, terrorism and even the anxiety that comes from making a living for my wife and I. Peace will be enjoyed for a few brief hours. I hope you find peace too.
Tight lines