When I write this, it’s December 30. My calendar next year tells me the opening day of the Wisconsin fishing season, Saturday 3 May.
Can I wait? Of course. This does not mean that I actually fish that day. For me, the opening day is much more personal than the square on the calendar. When I was younger and more stupid, I treated the opening day almost a way in which a good Catholic boy treats the holy day of duty. This, above all, brought me misery.
Fishing opener Wisconsin not set by the calendar; “It’s a heart time”
