our season never closes here, but I remember what "opener" was like. my friends and I used to be out there at midnight. I remember when I was about 15 or so night fishing at grandpa's lake and it was warm, like 60 that night. Then the next year I was huddled against a bridge with snow flying thinking WTH am I doing here?
Don't miss opener at all. I don't even fish much anymore really, and I work next to a reservoir that is one of the best in the state. sad
Beware of any old man in a profession where one usually dies young.
