Opening day at this latitude is always a crapshoot -- I've fished in snow, sleet, freezing rain, you name it, including, every once in a while, under postcard blue skies and sunshine. The latter was the case this year, and though it wasn't the greatest weather for streamer fishing (which was pretty much the only game in town if you weren't into watching bobbers), it made for a wonderful couple of days floating down the river with some good buddies.
We did have bugs in the afternoons -- good numbers of black stoneflies and BWOs, each in a couple of sizes, as well as a few of the Dark Hendricksons we always hope to see on opening day. The water was just too high and cold for the fish to be looking up, though. Fortunately, they did show interest in streamers--lots of flashes, swirls, chases, and short strikes, plus two good fish that actually committed. One came unbuttoned after a few seconds; the other made it to the net and got his (her?) picture taken.
The big success story of the weekend was the food -- we had an epic shore lunch of pulled pork (made with local maple syrup), topped with pickled onions and served with bleu cheese coleslaw, and a dinner that night of venison roast, bleu cheese mashed potatoes and sautéed vegetables. Plus a "few" cocktails and beers.
Lots of stories (some true, even!), lots of laughs, good stuff.