Signs of spring: trout fishermen and deer road kills

Recently, I complained about late-March snow and how it would shape the upcoming regional opening of trout season.

I no longer battle for a spot among the throngs of eager fishermen who line the banks, arm to arm, or wade midstream casting bait and lures when the opening-day clock reaches 8 a.m. With an abundance of free time on weekdays, when crowds are thinned, I do the majority of my fishing then.

And so, when Saturday came and the season began, I hopped into my rusty wood-hauling and hunting and fishing pickup and drove to the nearby creek to observe just how heavy the crowd on opening day was, and how they were faring.

Saturday came with a bright blue sky and warming temperatures. The stream – a big one – was packed. At every place where cars can park were plenty of vehicles. And perhaps because of the pleasant air above and the clear and reasonably good depth of the water, there were plenty of stringers being carried about with harvests of fresh trout.

Opening day was paying dividends for those who ventured outside.

Even though luck was shining upon those fishing the season’s start, I figured there would be good holdover trout numbers when I came streamside Monday morning. There always is.

Of course, as Nature is wont to do, while I headed to this stream Monday morning April 2nd, fishing tackle beside me, the wipers on my truck swished away snowflakes that were still falling toward the end of a fresh 4 inches of snow. It was a quick-passing storm.

Apparently from my recent complaining, Nature told me, “Just shut-up and fish, or each grumble and protest will bring more outlandish weather.”

I’ve witnessed another sign that spring is here, at least calendar-wise. And it is not a pleasant one. In my travels, I’m passing numerous dead young deer by the roadside.

When spring comes, young deer move, usually unaided, without their mothers’ guidance. Maybe it’s to reach new locations, as in the case of button bucks seeking their own home territory. Young does are often moved, too, usually by their mothers as mom readies life for her new fawns. Being totally alone for the first time means, for some, a meeting with a speeding vehicle, which never ends well.

Signs of spring — trout fishermen and road kills, two opposite images of a season’s change. I’ll clam up about the weather, but be troubled by the waste of highway-killed deer.

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