It has been over ten years since I have fished trout here in the state where I grew up. This is a therapy I patiently await. This coming Saturday, April 14th, is the first day of trout season here in Verrmont and with the reduced winter snows, the early warming of the lakes and brooks, it may be one of the few years where they will actually be very hungry on opening day. The fishing in Vermont can be bad, good, or absolutely awesome, depending on where you go and how heavily many areas are fished. But..., it's not always about the fishing itself.
True, Brook Trout are my favorite to eat, and I love fishing for them whether I use worms, Mepps or Panther Martin spinners, or something more primitive like crickets and grasshoppers. But there is more. The hikes I take to get to where I know others won't fish. The serenity of the mountain wilderness I love to be a part of. The fresh air that fills my lungs and energizes my bloodstream. There is little that can replace any of these things and when I have returned to the lower elevations and the hussle and bussle of man, I feel refreshed and alive. It is an addiction I cannot describe, nor will I try.
Upon returning to the "civilized" world, I may be asked, "How many did you get?" Yet, I feel this to be a question that plays no part in my adventure. The number of fish, or the weight of my catch only matters at the supper table. The day of fishing itself in the most stress-free environment on Earth is what fills my thoughts, and those that do not understand this, may know how to catch fish, but they know nothing about trout fishing.