Saturday was opening day of trout season in Connecticut. My first fish was . . . not a trout.
That’s right. Instead of hitting a local river for rainbows, browns and brookies, I spent most of the day waiting for a plumber to arrive and unclog a bathroom sink.
The first plumber I called promised to arrive by noon, but at 4pm I was still waiting. I called another service which arrived around 5pm, and by the time he was finished I had about an hour of fishable daylight.
I loaded up the truck and headed to a lake that’s about a mile from my house. When I arrived there were no rises, so I tied on a small red popper and soon had a strike. Within the next few casts I landed a solid little bream.
The sun was setting the air temperature was falling fast. I headed home, happy to at least score one fish on opening day.
For those of you who are keeping score, this is not only my first fish of the year, but also my first post of 2014. A new job, family responsibilities and spring weather that took forever to get here all contributed to my absence.
Happy Easter to all!