Throw on the waders & walk with me, we're going down memory river.
20 years ago, I got my first taste of what would become a family & friends sacred holiday. The Opening Day of Fishing Season.
Thats right. I said its sacred.
Fishing season is one of few things I can discuss for more than 2 minutes with my father without getting into a heated argument. Luckily, we start talking about fishing season at least 8 months in advance. Our little rivalry dwarves yankees / red sox, duke/UNC, mc hammer / bankruptcy lawyers, and boxers / briefs.
How important is fishing season? When I was in NorCal and was questioning being able to make it to Opening Day, I was touched when bff Hetch-Boogie offered to pay for the flight (What I really did was turn tricks on the streets of Oakland).
We take time off from work months in advance. Hell, we have family whose ashes are spread throughout this river. Another friend made a girlfriend an ex for suggesting he stay home with her on Opening Day. We take it that seriously. Hell, my family postponed funeral arrangements to accommodate Fishing Season.
Ive missed Thanksgiving with family. HetchBoogie has missed Christmas Eve & Christmas Day. Jesse has missed Easter & all sorts of holidays. But I'll be damned if we've missed Opening Day the last 20 years.
So naturally when I need to unwind, the Salmon is where its at. Twitchy Pat B loves to walk a stream to ease his troubled mind and the rocks & rapids throughout Salmon River State Park allow me to do just that. Unless of course, my father is throwing rocks into the spot where Im fishing. Again. Jackass. read more