Fast forward 20 years. Wait...did I just say 20 years?! OH.MY.GOD. I've gotten old...
(Thankfully) I have passed that point in my life where I need to drink like that, so my version of pre-gaming has morphed into off season trips to the local water. I start them sometime around Christmas, and spend time re-acquainting myself with the places that I fish the most. By the time the season starts, I am properly primed.
Since I had the MacLooshkins with me, it was also a good chance to put my glasses on their faces and point out the current (and apparently healthy) population of fish. Will they grow up to be stewards of the waters or accomplished fly fishers? One can only hope, but I figure if I get them hooked while they are young, the odds will be better than average.
So it was a great outing. Lots of fish spied, kids got some fresh air, and my appetite for the upcoming season has been stoked.
It was also motivational. I went home, and tied up a shitload of nymphs. Mostly pheasant tails, but a few other "one offs" just to see if they work.
|Fish spooking, MacLooshkin style...|