I have been through many phases of fly fishing over time. First I was excited to catch just one fish on the fly when I went out. Whether it was a blue gill, bass, trout, who cares. Then I was after setting personal records for numbers of trout in a day. After that, I would avoid small trout and only hunt for the big boys. Then it was quality of fish, by only fishing for wild trout. Now, it has all come together and I really just have fun fly fishing anywhere stocked or wild. Tomorrow marks a dark day for me personally. Delayed harvest opens up on the North Carolina streams. What this means is that from the first Saturday in June until the first Saturday in October, you are able to keep the trout you catch. There are several sides positive and negative to this. Positives are that we have streams that we North Carolinians can go to year round. The major positive is that there are efforts to create a good fishing experience by putting in these fish in large numbers. The delayed harvest streams are easy to get to and fun to fish. The last couple of months I have caught as few as 20 and at most 50 in a single day. Though not quite as rewarding as wild trout, but catching that many fish has rewards of its own. The fish also could not necessarily survive in those numbers as well. The streams do not have enough resources for that many fish. The cons of delayed harvest are that on the first Saturday of June, you basically can not see the stream because of the crowds. Within two days, the fish are almost wiped out. Yes, there are still fish left but the record fishing days are gone for sure. If I’m going to fish for picky trout, I’m going into the backcountry for wilds. The heart break of Black Saturday is really environmental. The streams go through an amazing change. Over the course of a weekend, they will be littered with beer cans, bait cans, and other debris. It takes clean up crews a long time to get it nice again. Now, on to the fish tale. With black Saturday approaching, I decided to get one more day of fly fishing in. I headed up to Boone, NC where I went to college. I chose this stream as opposed to any others because it is where I learned to fly fish. 14 years ago, my now father in law introduced me to the sport. I woke up and hit the road at 4:30 am so I could get up there for first light. The trip didn’t disappoint. Fish after fish were brought to hand. They seemed to hit any fly that was presented well. They would hit any dry as long as there was no drag, chase buggers all over the place, sip midges, and grab dead drifted nymphs. It was a great last day of closed season. The best part was that there wasn’t a soul besides myself on the rivers. So even though I hate to think about a long summer without the ease of fishing delayed harvest, it gives me something to look forward to. This is when I start focusing on another area of fly fishing- salt water species. I love those tailing reds. So to all the stocked fish in North Carolina, “good by and thanks for the good time!”