Tonight I find myself acting like I did when I was a kid on the night before the trout season, when I knew my dad and I were going to get up at 4:30 (AM!) so that we could be on the water when the season officially started at 5. I have gone through all my fly boxes to make sure I have the right ones, and not only that, but that they are all lined up the right way. I went through my vest and cleaned out all the old, empty leader bags that I have left in there from years gone by. I tied up some new flies that are sure to be better than the thousands of flies I already have.
The most attention was paid to picking out which rods to bring with. I have a few more now than I did when I was a kid. Back when I first started out, I had just the one spinning rod and reel combo to choose from. Then I graduated to owning a fly rod, and immediately became a stuck-up fly rodding "purist", so I still just had the one rod and reel combo to choose from, even though the spinning rod was still out in the garage, collecting dust. Now I have what I would call a healthy amount of rods to choose from, and an equally healthy amount of reels. Tonight I picked out a few favorites to bring with tomorrow, plus a few back-ups, you know, just in case.
Yup, the amount of stuff I bring with has expanded over the years, but inside I'm still just that 12-year-old kid who won't be able to sleep from the excitement. I hope your Opening Day is just as exciting!
|Me, with one of my first trout. I was super excited it wasn't another chub... Squeaky, our cat, liked it too!|