Taking inventory of flies. Studying journals from 10 years ago. Tagging pages in the 2008 editions of the multitude of Fly Fishing catalogs. Planning trips to pools yet unknown. Pools packed with wild Rainbows, enormous Steelhead and tasty little Brookies.
It's the same every year. Exuberant expectations most surely followed by the realities of yard and field work, overtime, nasty spring colds, 100 year floods, car inspections and Turkeys.
The most lovely month of May is oh so short. Only 4 weekends. Only 2 weeks of PPL time out.
But ya gotta dream. All alone in Millers Pool. Sun setting over Mollys. That early morning hatch of paper grey caddis in the Swimming Hole. What are those fish rising for.
