First of Spring.
Every year around late February, or sometime in March we get our first warm up above freezing. Having spent most of our fall and winter on steelhead creeks, we’re usually pretty excited for trout season. Conversations in my garage switch to dry flies, trout streams, and streamer fishing for the ‘tirdy’.
The only problem is even though we are more than ready for trout season to begin; the launches and most of the roads are still covered in thigh deep snow, the water is still 33-35 degrees, and the trout season we are looking forward to is really about 2 months away.
Despite the above- cabin fever can only take its toll on the mind for so long until stubbornness comes to the rescue like a skinny white man in underwear to a gang fight.
So twav and I went trout fishing.
As expected, the launches were buried in snow. So we pushed the shoe for what seemed to be a football field to the launch and regretted every drink we’ve had since October. Twav went to either throw up or take a shit in the bushes, I’m still not sure. Maybe both. It was still better than me because I couldn’t stand up without blacking out.
After a long rest, and about a gallon of water each-
We went trout fishing, for the first time of the year.
(Our car spotter must’ve though we were crazy and took these to send to all of his buddies. “Look a these two sorry assholes!”)
We caught nothing.
But that was ok, and somewhat expected. So twav and I did the one thing we’re both better at than trout fishing.
And that’s drink whiskey.
We took out and realized the launch may be good enough to take the car down as it was packed down pretty good by snow mobiles.
To make a long story short, we were wrong. We bottomed out my car to a nauseam. Shoveling it out, and rocking it to get it another foot at a time for it to only sink back down into the deep snow. A foot at a time, when we needed 50 yards was even more taxing.
I didn’t want to think of the time 3 years ago, same time of year where Dan and I spent 4 hours shoveling his truck out with oars. Twav probably didn’t want to think about a similar time him and his good buddies got a Pontiac vibe high and dry for an equal amount of time, same location.
We were suppose to be smarter now. But here we were, high and dry once again, after trying to go trout fishing in February.
Luckily a team of snow mobiliers saw our struggle, and helped push us out. We were a little embarrassed to say the least, but thankful they happened to stop by.
“You guys catch anything today at least?”
“You know, it’s easier with a worm, and In the actual spring”
So maybe we’ll go trout fishing for the first time later next year.
But then again, that’s what we said last year.