Trout fishing season is around the corner. It’s time to gather up my gear and set it out in preparation. I’ll need to take an inventory of what supplies I will need to replace or stock up on. It’s imperative I do this because I am obsessed with catching as many fish as I can, right? Wrong! I don’t even like to eat trout.
When I was a youngster, I would fish al the time with my dad. Our goal was to catch and keep the trout so we could present them to my grandparents who loved eating them when they were still alive. Dad and I do not. We prefer the sport without the need to keep and cook. I even use a Dremel to saw off the barb on my hook, so it won’t get caught in the fish’s throat. Catch and release is the name of the game here.
Fishing for us is about being out in the wilderness and enjoying the beauty that nature has to offer. It’s about the therapeutic roaring of a brook or stream. It’s the early spring greenery coming to life for the first time. It’s hanging out on a boulder for a half an hour and relaxing while our line dances with the current.
Ideally, we’ll take two vehicles with us and park one while driving a mile or two upstream. From there, we will fish to the other car. Our rule is four casts per hole. If no fish bite, we move onto the next spot. With two of us leapfrogging each other, we can chew up a sizeable portion of the brook in no time. It’s perfect when that brook takes you through the woods (just bring bug spray!).
Worms are my bait of choice, although I am warned often by my dad that they are not as effective as fishing with minnows. He routinely tells a story about fishing with his brother-in-law (my uncle) when he was challenged to a little wager. My uncle bet him that he would catch “two (fish) to your every one” fishing with worms, compared to my dad, who used minnows. When my dad had caught his limit, he found my uncle, who, with his seven fish, conceded defeat.
Trout season opens in mid-April, although I find the colder temperatures of the water to be detrimental in the early season. Besides, I use most of April to think about turkey hunting season. That said, come June 1, you can bet I will be itching to get out on the riverbanks somewhere and throw my line in!