After milling around for hours while the baby slept, Christine looked at me and said, " You can go fishing." "Really?" I replied. It didn't take too long for me to get to my car and head for the stream. I knew from our first family walk and hour or two earlier that is was nice and warm and that the hoppers were back out again. Some family time and the potential for some hopper time makes for a happy dad.
Sure enough, the creek-side grass flitted with hoppers and dimples showed on the surface of run downstream of where I had parked. I ended up with a several fish, all on hoppers.
After an hour or so of fishing I was starting to feel guilty for not being at home. Having caught a few fish and happy at the chance to enjoy the 75 degree air I headed home.