I mean, there are seasons and then there are spring, summer, fall, and winter. There’s deer seasons, the rut, the crappie spawn, the bluefish run (if you like those nasty things), the bass gettin’ on the beds, the catfish spawning on the rip rap, the walleye spawning when its almost still winter, and so on.

What’s your most anticipated season?

Mine is July, when we go to Canada to fish. I have been addicted to that lake since 2004. I’ve only missed two years that I can recall. One was for Renaldo. And since I’m getting older, its the eagles, the northern lights, and the loons that I appreciate more and more. That doesn’t mean I appreciate the fish any less. Truth be told, I’d prolly do for the smallies alone. But a valid opportunity to catch a lifetime walleye is also an awesome anticipation.
And oh yeah, the weather in western Ontario in July and August is the tits.
I’ll probably stop going when that feeling goes away.

What’s yours?

BKb