Nick Simonson

Stocking Up on Fun By Nick Simonson For those of us on the prairie, stocked trout provide perhaps the best introduction to fishing for the species.

Stocking Up on Fun

A Spring Slant

By the time afternoon rolled around on Sunday much of the eight inches of snow we received on Friday and Saturday — as part of some cruel April Fool's joke mother nature likes to play now and again on our region — had melted. While it made the extra effort I had put in to clear the driveway and sidewalks (hopefully) one last time for the season seem superfluous, the sunlight was welcome and the increasing angle of its rays did the trick with some wind gusts to melt most of the accumulated precipitation from the yards around the block. This time of year, it's that sun angle that not only saves us from the drifts left behind by freak spring snowstorms, but also sends signals to fish in area rivers, and eventually once the ice peels away, our lakes, that it's time to get moving for both food and begetting the next generation. Focusing in on those areas hit by the more intense light of a strengthening sun as the season wears on is paramount in finding more fishing success, both now as flowing water options are available, and those favorite still water selections such as ponds, impoundments, and ultimately, larger lakes open up.

Artificial Intelligence has quickly become the latest digital implement to make life easier. From doing document review and summarization, to crafting entire programs out of thin air, even a luddite such as myself has found countless benefits from the simple commands given to this Google on steroids and the amazing outputs it produces as each entry refines the request and updates the final product. In the end though (hopefully, absent a Skynet achieving self-awareness scenario) AI remains a tool and serves as a reminder that as we advance and evolve as a species, each innovation we come up with helps us along that path.

Whether it’s been a converted gravel pit, a dammed-up stretch of creek bottom or gully, or even just an area dug out from the earth itself for the purpose of providing a fishing opportunity, ponds have provided a great deal of insight into the angling process and have held a lot of fond spring…

I braced myself against the roaring north winds of Minnesota's opening day, waves rolling into the south shore so hard their crests lapped at the just-installed dock and sprays of white splashed up between the slats, soaking my tennis shoes. It was a classic start to the season, and while I knew there'd likely be no trailing fish behind the heavy five-of-diamonds spoon I chucked out against the gales and into the clear spring water, I gave it a good six or seven dozen casts before I conceded to the conditions.

This spring has afforded us blissful moments of calm weather, sunny skies, and ideal conditions. Unfortunately, it's usually been only for about four hours on perhaps one or two days out of the week, and usually not on the weekend. With that brief and beautiful window magically opening on Saturday afternoon, I quickly grabbed a selection of rods and small tackle to hit the water with my boys, in hopes of catching some stocked trout or really anything with fins that would bend their ultralights and provide some stimulation other than screens that have filled much of this cold, windy spring.

Memorial Day weekend, and the unofficial start of summer, more and more finds me on the move. As friends' kids grow up, graduate, get married, and my own — a bit younger — find themselves loose for summer; our activities shift, our travels increase, and the era of spending three days and four nights fishing appears distant in life's rearview mirror. But those memories are fond and often come rushing back as I find a way to squeeze in whatever time on the water I can during the late spring holiday.

Here in the final week of my boys' fun version of summer school, known locally as Camp Education, I dropped my oldest off at the crosswalk in front of the middle school to see a classmate of his hauling a selection of neon green pool noodles wrapped tight in a bear hug toward the front door.