I'm really not sure what it stems from and really unsure what the hang up is, I feel like in most aspects of my adult life I'm fairly well adjusted. Maybe it's from being a spoiled kid or maybe because I'll do whatever I can in my power to make something happen or maybe because I'm laid back with everything else in my life......I can't hardly handle when things don't go my way. I don't mind a good ass kicking from the fish usually it means I've learned something or even lights more of a fire making me want to catch every single fish in the lake. Those bad days happen it's fishing but to get beat down for the majority of the spring has been humbling and frustrating. The variables I can control I do my best to control. The weather and mother nature are one of those variables I cannot. Sure we caught fish but nothing even relatively close to springs past in both quality and quantity.
I sort of feel abused, not the mean kind of bullshit abused but more like the consensual kind of abuse like mother nature threw me in her basement and went 50 shades of gray on me all spring long. You spend all winter tying flies and drinking countless fifths of bourbon waiting on Spring, just waiting for April. We caught fish in February and March, but April is the big show. April is when whites and hybrids start to run and large female bass can be caught fueling up before the spawn. The biggest factor is water temps and they didn't really happen, for the majority of the month water temps barely made it into the 50s. Oh I forgot to mention I took the whole month of April off to fish. It was the coldest April I can remember not brutally cold but just cold enough to keep things from happening. I never remember needing long underwear to go turkey hunting. We dealt with this NE wind the majority of the month which didn't really help anything, winds blowing along the dams on the lakes I typically hybrid fish, we never really got that wind to blown in which real helps. Now it's May and we're dealing with low water and temps in the 90s, so much for that enjoyable Midwest spring weather. Stocking caps to flip flops....maybe Al Gore is right and global warming isn't some made up voodoo witchcraft, not sure I just know this Spring sucked.
This spring did suck, I'm over it and now after typing this ready to move on. If shitty spring fishing is all I've got to complain about then it should be a good year. All I know that once the shad start schooling up it's going to be a different story.