The water level seemed quite high and flowed quickly, but the icy green water looked clear. Not bad conditions for fishing at all. When I fish, I stand there and soak up the environment. I listened to the birds and the river, and noticed how the poplars had changed from having their branches covered in deep lush green leaves from when I was last there in February, to scarcely covered bright yellow. The atmosphere is peaceful and relaxing.
Fishing is a great way to get out into the fresh air.
I cast up river with my brand new, never before used spinning rod, a belated but welcome birthday present from my brother, and as I watch my line sweep swiftly downstream and begin to think about winding it in faster so that I don't get snagged, I feel something take off with my line. I hear the familiar zzzzz of the line as it's drawn out and in the next instant I spy what has taken my lure. It's a small but very greedy trout. I wind him in slowly yet gently following him downstream as he swims. Pat has seen that I've had a bite and comes to lend a hand.