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Reports > 2018 > May > Tuesday 01
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
 
By Eric Granstrom
 
For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. When I was a kid, I was thankfully clueless. All I was interested in was getting out and going fishing. I didn't know about the adult world of licenses, regulations, fish plants or any of that stuff. I just wanted to grab my white, 6-foot, KingFisher rod, some bait and get out to Big Twin or Pearrygin Lake on opening morning. This was my world. We'd drive over the North Cascades Highway on Friday afternoon right after school. As a kid, I had no idea about worrying if the pass would be open in time for opening weekend of fishing. All I knew is we had the truck stacked full of gear and food and we were off. Heading east to the land full of the smells of pine straw and sage. A land drenched in rays of sunshine and promise. Leaving behind the musty, overly green world of rain and depressive skies. I just wanted to hear that line sing out through the guides of my fishing pole in the crisp, morning air as blackbirds and robins fought for full throat. Oh the days of blissful ignorance when the splash of a trout is all that mattered. Until next time, Good Fishing!