We have lakes, rivers streams and reservoirs where I live that you can fish pretty much year round. But April 1st starts the season on a particular stretch of a local river where I go and it is just warm enough to venture out on this fine spring day. I am not a fan of fishing in very cold weather. Ice Fishing for me is like The Mile High Club, I am sure those engaging in such pursuits are having fun, but it seems a lot of trouble for something you could more easily enjoy elsewhere.
As a boy I used to go fishing with my friends (friends are God’s apology for relatives one wit once said). I would describe my interest as somewhere between Hemingway and Ahab. Fishermen pride themselves that when Jesus sought help he went and got fishermen from the docks. “Come, I will make you fishers of men”, he said….However, before anyone fishing gets too self-satisfied, Our Lord also associated with prostitutes, lepers and tax collectors.
My own kids are just old enough to accompany me and that often makes the day. In our Mayberry walk down the country lane we’ll shoulder our poles and head to the woods where a river runs through it. They are too young to stay more than an hour or two but at least it will give them memories later in life of their Old Man River (he keeps on drinking along….). But I also go by myself, just me, the river and the sunbeams piercing through the tree branches.
Anglers have their daily limit depending on the fish. We’ve got Largemouth Bass, Bluegill, Yellow Perch, Crappie, Smallmouth Bass, Bullhead, Rainbow Trout, Carp and allegedly landlocked salmon (I never caught one). I am generally a catch and release (sounds like the motto of the British Judiciary) fisherman. But there is also the great feeling of eating a fish you’ve caught cleaned and cooked yourself.
So I wish you all a fine day and I am off for one myself.