As the first day of trout approached I had not planned on going. I was not feeling well and the weather was suppose to be terrible. However the night before I dreamed of fishing all night. Then in my dream,which seemed very real, my mother came to me and said you haven't missed an opening day of trout for fifty years so why start now....get out there and get um. My mom started me fishing when I was 5 and we never missed an opening day until she became sick and then I would go and she would be my first person I would give the fishing report to.