Dedication. And passion. It takes dedication and passion to go out into two feet of snow, wind blowing, 26*, and cast a line into roaring water. Today is the opening day of fly-fishing and approximately two dozen fly-fishermen braved this April Fool’s Day weather to fish in Grand Lake Stream.
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It took a chain to pull the Jeep out of its spot in the driveway this morning so I got a late start. The LL Bean Bootmobile was set up when I arrived. Eddie Flaherty, driver of the Bootmobile, hand hand warmers to help thaw some very cold hands.
“Don’t bother to cast a line until the first duck flies,” was the advice I was given this morning. I’ll remember that in case I learn to fly fish well enough this year to be among the fishermen next spring. It’s good advice. I’m told the first salmon of the season was caught right after the first duck of the morning flew.
The first fisherman started just after midnight, or so I was told. I’m not sure if that’s a fish tale or truth. Others started fishing at 4:30 am and 6 am, and the rest soon after.
While taking this photo I noticed the fisherman all the way to the right was reeling in a fish.
I refocused just in time to see the fish. Before I could take a second photo the fisherman released the fish without removing it from the water.
Grand Lake Stream is known world wide for its excellent landlocked salmon fishing. Several fish were caught while I watched. There’s a one fish per day limit and all but one I saw being caught were released. I might have missed that fish being released.
They say that once you step into Grand Lake Stream you’re hooked. I don’t think I needed to step in. I’m ready to hire a guide and learn to fly-fish well. I did catch one fish last year. I was so excited – so proud – then I saw what I’d caught. A chub. That isn’t what I’d have wanted to claim as my first catch but it’s better than the birch and alder I caught first.