I was on the way home from visiting my mom today and thought I'd visit my favorite little three acre ice cube, er, I mean pond and see how it looked. Imagine my surprise when I saw a small corner of open water (no more than 75 feet at the widest point, but open nonetheless). I had my two weight and a few soft hackles in the truck with me (they live behind the seat full time), so I thought I'd get in a little casting practice (man, am I rusty!). Surprise number two: about the third cast, I could have swore I saw a twitch in my leader, I tightened up and sure enough, a small but very pretty bluegill! About a half hour and four more gills later, I was back in my truck, a huge smile on my face and finally believing the season might just change at some point after all. I'm still smiling

It has begun...