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.
Nice brown, not big, but it will do. |
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