Another trout season is upon us. I skipped the Saturday opener and opted to make a break for it on Sunday. I tied flies Saturday night until 1 am. It seemed like a fitting thing to do despite the piles of overflowing boxes that are stacked like cord-wood in my basement. I was trying to determine whether I was going to micro-nymph with my 4 wt or bring something heavier and blow the dust off the winter by hucking big uglies to dark banks. As it worked out, I brought a 4 and a 5 and ended up hucking with the 5. The sun was high and the water was relatively low an clear. My guides iced up every 5th or 6th cast but I was sweating after a brisk walk in coupled with a little over dressing. I spent the day gloveless and slightly on the hot side of comfortable. With the snow on the banks it was obvious that I was the first guy through this season. Aside from goose, mice and a few other critter tracks...the beat was mine.
And, the fish were there. I got a number of short grabs, spooked a few and blew a pig after a few heavy and serious head shakes. All in all it was exactly what it was supposed to be. The start of another season.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
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