Goodbye #20s. Hello 2/0s.
Goodbye 6X. Hello 10lb test.
Goodbye delicate presentations. Hello splashdowns.
Goodbye lifting the rod tip to set the hook. Hello lifting the rod tip, with attitude, to set the hook.
Goodbye 4wt. Hello 8.
Goodbye sips. Hello flushes.
Goodbye nettin’ ‘em. Hello lippin’ ‘em.
Goodbye four-hour drives to the mountains. Hello five-minute walks to the pond.
Ten to the river.
Okay, so maybe I’m jumping the gun just a little. The Haw is still running a bit chilly for the local bucketmouths. I did get into one good fish during yesterday’s pre-season scouting trip, only to lose him when he ran straight downstream, directly at me, and came unbuttoned as I franticly tried to keep things tight. It was a nice chance, but the only one of the day. It'll get better soon. It is, after all, still February.
The pond, however, is warming nicely in this pre-spring burst and I nicked a handful of small ones during a brief detour on my way back to the house. First of the year. Not the last, to be sure.
Don’t worry - I’ll keep chasin’ trout too. But largemouth season is coming. Bass time.
Goodbye finicky. Hello fun.