Opening Day, sun, heat.
Kenny and Joe, Brodhead Creek.
One that got away.
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| The only evidence that Ken caught a fish today. Sorry! |
I
fished way too long on this beautiful day for one sucker on a pheasant tail.
I helped Kenny lose a good rainbow by offering to land it for him. Three guys and no net. Time to write a post-it note next trip: someone
bring a net. Otherwise, it was just a terrible fishing day. It was
crowed like it hasn't been in years—fine weather always helps with that, and I
am not sure if the Mentored Youth day last week also took a toll on the fish who would have been eager to eat today.
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| Pop Joe ready to embrace the day (and the crowds) |
I didn't see but a handful of fish caught, and most of them were big hooked jawed monsters. My
dad and I got the skunk on Opening Day, a first for both us, perhaps. If
it happened before it was 35 years ago when we didn't know what we were doing. There
was no excuse today; it just wasn't meant to be. My trout season started
in February this year, so it was just fun to be out with the boys, but I do
remember a time not that long ago when Opening Day was a lot easier.
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| It is a pretty piece of water though. |
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