I promise not to make this all about me because nothing annoys me worse than a case of the screaming mee-mees. But I think my early spring fishing often coincides with yours.
We go out, conditions look perfect, and nothing bites. Then on another day, conditions look identical, and we catch fish.
That's the general nature of spring until about May when anyone with a bent wire and a piece of yarn could probably catch a fish. It's a glorious time. I like to call it the October of spring because so much cool stuff is going on at the same time.
But it's not May; it's March, and we just have to accept the fact that we don't know what will happen.
Here's an example. My fishing buddy, Dave Gourley, went out Sunday and landed a 5-pound smallmouth bass in the Snake River on a fly. That's a trophy fish by anyone's standards.
He landed a 4-pounder a few minutes later.
I'm guessing he won't duplicate that feat in May. It would be cool, but unlikely.
Early season fishing is really a crap shoot, but at the same time, it's an awesome time to be outdoors.
The trees are budding and blossoming, the birds chirping, and the sun feels warm as a wood stove in January.
Or the water can be cold, and the wind biting, and a rainstorm or snowmelt swell rivers and turn them muddy brown.
But what gets me excited is all our options. Bluegill, bass, trout, steelhead, catfish, sturgeon, perch, crappie and more fish are in ponds, reservoirs, rivers and lakes.
Never is there more things to fish for in more places than in spring.