I've been working on a longer post about my trip to Grayling a couple of weeks ago, but work has kept me unusually busy, and when it let up, pure down time seemed more appealing than blogging. I haven't had a semester this busy in years.
But the end is near, and soon I will have time to write, here and elsewhere. And I will have time to fish, starting this weekend. It is the eve of that day of days, the trout opener, which remains a nearly sacred event despite the proliferation of extended seasons. Scenes from other openers and opener eves cluster in my mind whenever this day comes around. Maybe the trout opener still seems special not because it restores the privilege of fishing but because it pools so many of a fisherman's best memories and strongest associations.
I'll be looking in on a bit of my angling past this opener. Originally, I'd planned a three day junket somewhere up north, though the chilly weather forecast inclined me to postpone that until sometime after the end of the semester. Earlier this week, after I got a reminder that I'd been neglecting an old friend, that trip was officially off--with no regret on my part. So Saturday morning I'll visit a small southern Michigan creek that was a go-to spot for me in my Lansing days, then I'll be meeting my friend for lunch. It's going to be a good day.
Happy opener to any Michigan angler who's going out tomorrow.
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