I got an email from the Department of Environmental Conservation to remind all of you that trout season begins April 1. Now as some of you remember, I got mixed up one year with deer season because they changed the opening day. But there’s no doubt where I’ll be on April Fool’s Day: I’ll be skiing.
Many years ago, we had a winter very much like this one. You know, snow in woods and fields and several inches of ice on the streams. It sure made fishing tough, but I persevered. I went up the creek from my house, broke a hole in the ice and drifted a night crawler down into the pool. Surprisingly, I caught a couple of nice native brookies.
A couple of years later, a friend said he was going to Cannonsville Reservoir for opening day. Reluctantly, I went along. The streams were too high to fish, so why not try something different.
We parked at the Trout Creek bridge and walked down the shore about 300 yards. Two other fishermen were close by, but we certainly weren’t crowded. By then, the ice had receded about 200 feet from shore, making it perfect for fishing.
Don clipped a 3-inch silver spoon onto his swivel and cast it clear out onto the ice. With a twitch of his rod, he flipped it into the water and let it wobble its way toward the bottom. He cranked the reel erratically and immediately had a hit. That brown trout weighed three or four pounds. Wow! First cast and first fish.
I wasn’t quite so lucky. It took me 10 or 12 casts before I got one on. He broke off before I could get him to shore. By noon, we each had three nice fish, with the largest weighing nearly 6 pounds.