Anymore these days, trout opener is less about fishing on the day the season opens and has become more of a tradition for a few old buds to get together.
I heard the rumblings on the morning drive. “Why the hell are we going so early?” (Grumpy old men) I'll admit now, it was but hey, early bird gets the worm, right? “We won’t make first light. We haven’t done so in the last eight years!” True enough. The sun had cleared the horizon when we were putting on our waders. There was only one other angler at the big pool and he hastily picked up and left when we showed up.