Fools Rush In...

...Where Anglers Fear to Tred.

For most of my life, the first day of April was a special day.

It was not just because Spring was so close you could smell it. I mean that literally; in Winter there are no smells outdoors—with the possible exception of woodsmoke from someone’s chimney—but, by April, our noses begin to detect signs of life in the outside world. We begin to think our prot…