Posted by: Tom Keer
April 26, 2012

Tom Keer

First Fish

Fishing in my adopted home state is open all year long.  I am thankful for this when the migratory saltwater fish pack their bags and head south; there are trout, bass, pickerel, and panfish to catch. I am also thankful for this when the mercury in the thermometer is consistently below freezing, and there is enough ice on the ponds and lakes we can dig some holes and add a few tip ups. If we’re lucky we’ll enjoy a delicious fish fry on both those evenings.

But some states have closed seasons, and around this time of year there are Opening Day celebrations galore.  Pancake breakfasts at the local high school, Elks or Rotary Clubs, or fire departments.  There are big kick-off events at tackle shops with guest speakers, raffles, and fishing contests.  Sometimes crowds can be fierce, tensions occasionally rise, but they all work out. In an American fisherman’s life, Opening Day is as important a holiday as Memorial Day or the 4th of July.

When I hear about Opening Days in different parts of the country I think back to my very first Opening Day.  I was a double-digit-year-old kid, with a hand-me down spinning rod and a Mitchell 300. I had caught a ton of small bass, bluegills, and perch.  Because I had mastered the basics of being able to cast without creating a bird’s nest, and could tie my own knots and land my own fish, I was upgraded to accompany the men to catch trout.  In anticipation, I read all the fishing magazines I could find, surveyed all experienced fishermen I knew, and rigged up a gold Kastmaster, a favorite among trout.

I could barely eat a bite at the all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast, and couldn’t wait for everyone to hurry up and finish.  After what felt like an eternity we headed down to the stream just before 6:00 a.m.  There I saw many people I knew from different areas of my life.  I saw my neighbor who I didn’t know liked to fish.  I saw my football and basketball coaches.  I even saw one of my teachers.  That day I saw them differently, and they weren’t neighbors or coaches or teachers.  I saw them as fellow fishermen and we were the same.

I set my eyes on a trophy in the 10-12 year old division and went to work. For well over five hours I made countless casts.  I missed several hits, and I watched as everyone more experienced than me hooked up. The weigh-in time was noon, and at 11:55 a.m. I was fishless with time for only one last cast.  I slowed my retrieve, added a few twitches, and wham, I had a 13-inch brown.  I fought the fish like he was a marlin, got him on the bank, and smiled.  Everyone was yelling at me to run to the weigh-in station, and off I went with my rod and fish.  I arrived at the table just as the horn blew the close of the contest. My fish landed me a trophy for the smallest fish in my division, but I didn’t care.  Opening Day had arrived, and I had as well.

Tom Keer is an award-winning freelance writer who lives on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. He regularly writes for over a dozen magazines, and is the contributing editor of Fly Rod and Reel and Fly Fish America and a columnist for The Upland Almanac. His book a “Flyfisher’s Guide to the New England Coast” was published by Wilderness Adventures Press in 2010. Visit him at www.tomkeer.com or at www.thekeergroup.com

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Tom Keer is an award-winning writer who lives on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. He is a columnist for the Upland Almanac, a Contributing Writer for Covey Rise magazine, a Contributing Editor for both Fly Rod and Reel and Fly Fish America, and a blogger for the Recreational Boating and Fishing Foundation’s Take Me Fishing program. Keer writes regularly for over a dozen outdoor magazines on topics related to fishing, hunting, boating, and other outdoor pursuits. When they are not fishing, Keer and his family hunt upland birds over their three English setters. His first book, a Fly Fishers Guide to the New England Coast was released in January 2011. Visit him at www.tomkeer.com or at www.thekeergroup.com.            Find out about the rest of Take Me Fishing Blog Authors.

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  1. scott kolz says:

    I have always dreamed to fish walleye in onida lake. as a kid. I spent some time searching this programs resources and have found no charters the even run this lake anymore?? Does anyone know why??

  2. jptech says:

    What’s opening day? I live in FL and we fish all year round. Of course, that drains stocks. But I can fish any time I want.

  3. Dale Laughlin says:

    Never fish opening day, I wait for the crowds to thin out, fished for the first time April, 25 in PA caught and released 3 Pike

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