Obama’s got nothing on trout season, and while everyone was giddy at the millions watching his coronation, the trout season inaugural dwarfs even the President – many times over.
Weather predictions are all over the map, snow forecast and blue skies dominate, leaving us Milquetoast types alone and vengeful. Most of the foul weather blew through a day early, leaving the opener with mix of icy water, blue skies, and snow.
The hordes of desperate fishermen burning off six months of cabin fever is always constant.
A combination of outdoorsmen, faux sporting crowd, and semi-interested onlookers – all waging pitched battle in the fast water, no quarter asked and none taken.
We who are about to die, salute you.
Your posts are always so dark, violent and grim.
You know what? Try posting something happy. You know, something with pictures of puppies or harp seals.
Turn that frown upside down, mister!
How come you’re not fishing?
“We who are about to die…”
Wait…I’m going with you where?!?