Ramblings of a Maineiac
|Posted on March 15, 2011 at 10:35 AM|
Now that we have sprung our clocks forward and the daylight hours have increased noticeably from the depressive darkness of the winter solstice, the heart of this old fisherman begins to beat faster in anticipation of the first fishing outing of the spring. But, there is much to do before that initial excursion: equipment moved from its winter storage, waders checked for leaks, fly lines inspected and replaced, if necessary, reels cleaned and oiled, flies sorted, bug repellents and sunscreens purchased.
And with the arrival of each new season, the hope and desire that this year will be better than the last morph into wild expectation. Before one makes the first cast, it is easy to convince oneself that the Mousam River will soon reward the experienced angler with 20" browns and equally-sized brookies, that the Kennebago River salmon will exceed 2 feet in length and hit any and all flies presented, that Parsons Beach will teem with hungry stripers and aggressive blues. Yes self-deception is a key part of the make-up of the fly fisherman and what keeps the caster hooked for another year.
I can hardly wait to wet a line–this is going to be a great fishing season; I am sure of it!