I woke to a thunderstorm last Sunday at 2:00AM and two things went through my mind: The weedkiller on my lawn just washed away and I should be fishing. Spin fishing at night is fraught with problems so there was zero chance of me getting up. The storm lulled me back to sleep. By 6:00 AM, my average rising time, the roads were almost dry but that didn’t stop me from googling a radar map near a trout stream thirty miles north and checking rainfall stats. Two tenths of one inch. So I packed my gear and headed north having no idea if that amount of rain would muddy up a small stream and launch a trout feeding frenzy. Here’s my trout tip of the month: No.
But I did catch a small trout and saw others in the glass-clear water. Had one large trout explode the water without getting hooked. I would have liked to catch a decent size trout for dinner but that’s the thing about trout fishing. It’s not just about the fish. Or dinner. You get immersed in the rhythm of fishing and the beauty of the surroundings and it resets your life aggravations clock back to zero.