Another fishing season begins in earnest for me this morning. Amidst rain and fog, a brookie triplet. Two reasons these fish earn big smiles from me; #1-they are typically the first of the season for me and…#2-their deeply saturated blue and red spots seem almost psychedelic after a long winter of monochrome. Brookies arrive on my line with the phlox and the daffodils. They signal stoop-sitting with morning coffee, rivers readying for wading…these are the dormant visions the first brookie awakes. Makes me just want to hug them with silly, uncoordinated excitement! Experience has proven that kissing, rather than hugging them, is the way to go.