Thanks WF. We'll see if I'm still excited tomorrow when I finally drag my sorry out-of-shape butt back to the truck after walking a few miles through the snow.
It'll be hard to top last year as far as an eventful opening day. We started at -15 C and trudged through 24 inches of snow for 2 miles due to a bit of a recon failure. Then a wind came up, blowing up the gorge at 10 gusting to 15. Burrrrrr, that made it a little chilly. I'd climb out of the water and you could just watch the waders freeze stiff within a few seconds.
But it warmed all the way up to +3 by 2 PM and then it sank like a rock again as the sun went back down. So on the way back we were walking on an ice shelf and I heard this "woomph" behind me. I spun around and looked back to see a hole where Kendall had been standing. It's funny to say this now, but there was his hat was floating on the surface in the hole where he just fell in. Holy freaking ####!
So I hit the deck and belly crawled over and just as I got half way to him, he came popping back up. Gawd, talk about shitting yourself, it can freaking happen, believe me. So we dragged him up on the ice and he was hardly even wet. His wading belt had prevented all but a couple of pints of water from getting into his waders, he had a wool sweater on that didn't absorb any water, and other than dumping the water out of his gore-tex pockets and shaking his vest dry, he was fine.
He did mention there was a little shrinkage factor involved in getting dumped in water that cold and I can believe it. There was more than a little pucker factor in watching him go in, I can tell you.
Here's to a boring, uneventful day where we just catch a lot of fish.
Grouse