Ernest Schweibert on Opening Days

We are only a month or two away from Opening Day on many streams in the northern hemisphere. Three years ago Ernest Schweibert wrote one of his less lyrical (trust us, that’s just bringing him a few steps closer to common) pieces on the beauties and memories of opening day. He writes for The New York Times about friends fishing in rumpled jackets, celebrations at the Henryville House on the Broadhead in eastern Pennsylvania, and spent bullets on the floor in Colorado. “Thinking back across more than 60 years of sport, I remember a cornucopia of rivers at the eve of Opening Day. Most involve anglers no longer with us, and the ranks are getting thin. My good friend of 50 years, James Cornwall Rikhoff, never begins a fishing trip without raising an old infantryman’s glass in salute to our departed colleagues.”