A long time ago I wasn’t very experienced with fly fishing. I am not sure I am nowadays either, but probably a little less inexperienced.
That day, a long time ago I went out on an early April morning to fly fish for pike. I had two of my best friends with me, Surpuppan and the Bear foot.
And when we got out there, a long time ago, we ended up in the middle of a blizzard, but caught a whole lot of nice sized pike. We were pleased.
A you know what, a long time ago I hooked into something that I thought was another pike, but it turned out to be something silvery instead.
That day I was happy, like every other day that I get to fish, but maybe I was a little extra happy that day. Because that day in the blizzard, a long time ago now, I caught a nine pound sea run trout on a big Pike fly.