What I should be doing, rather than getting pissed with the boys down at Simon's batch, is working a chironomid pupa for one of the superb rainbows that haunt the small reservoirs and ponds around here. They really are bullets, as this one caught by Ronan during last year's clave shows - like fresh run steelhead. Since they can't spawn in these little lakes they bear no relation to their poor cousins mobbed up in the spawning streams right now.
So, if I was smart, that's what I would be doing on opening day. But, of course, I'm not, so I'll be gooned on whisky and talking shite as usual. But hey, there's more to fishing than catching fish, right?