I'm sad to admit that last night I caught my first fish of the season.
Last year, I bought my fishing license on January 1 and started fly-fishing in waist-deep snow. I'd landed plenty of trout from rivers and creeks from Washington to Montana by this time last year.
Last night was a momentous occasion.
Not only did I pull in my first fish of the season, but it was the first time I had been out fishing on Spirit Lake. I fished from the docks and shore a couple of times last year, but I had never actually been out on the waters of my new home lake.
I found out last night that I've been missing out.
Beauty. I love it.
We spied heron and moose and wood ducks and pulled in fish after fish after fish. By nightfall, we had a bucket full of crappie and perch. (Fish in bucket are larger than they appear -- of course!)