Two months, in undoubtedly the very best time to catch a trout in Michigan. Just thinking about this time has me envisioning the ramps shooting up, marsh marigolds, caddis, Hendrickson’s, grouse thumping in the distance, turkeys calling, and swollen tea-stained rivers that ease their way through cedar swamps.
The problem however.. is that I’m writing this in early April, and none of this has begun.
In fact, I came across this sobering sentence in “The Habits of Trout” by Tim Schulz from Michigan’s upper peninsula.
Which is sadly true, as March has proven to be the month where I somehow figure out to get a truck stuck in a painfully familiar yet slightly different way than the year past. All while trying to be the first one down an access that hasn’t been plowed since November.
And April has proven to be the month that leaves my lips dry and chapped, sun/ wind burnt from my chin to my cheek bones, and me wondering if my arthritic fingers which have declined at a concerning rate in a months time will allow me to cast a 3 weight come June. All from unsuccessfully trying to catch a two foot trout with an articulated cum sock and a 9 weight.
And May, oh may. That sexy son-of-a-bitch. Say it slow, and whisper that word to me why don’t you. However it seems to always find a way to snow the weekend we plan to time the first Hendrickson hatch.
But when you hit it right, as Schulz explains—
“You will experience the birth of a new fishing season in the most glorious way it can happen”
I sure hope that’s the case this spring, and will post here if my extra time allows me to catch any of these windows and experience the spring I dreamt of all winter. If any of you are in state and would like to float down in the ‘shoe with the pup and me, send some dates over.
PS- Happy trout opener this weekend, btices.