Did you think I’d forgotten you? Without a doubt I suffer from multiple personality disorder. I’m able to switch from one vice to the next like a kid in a candy store. The frigid days of February made for some solid rounds of neighborhood puck and ice fishing, but left the long rod waning. This is the thinnest Minnesota snowpack I can recall. Great for streamside angling, but maybe not so great for recharging aquifers? In other news, there were no pseudo Middle West powder runs to ease the suffering. Perhaps there’s still a fleeting opportunity to make up for lost time? In the interest of full disclosure, I must confess that I’ve been pursuing cabin fever with the greatest intensity. But how long can one simply be the fish in the aquarium? It’s a big world out there, and the juices are starting to flow in earnest. There is light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. The Wisconsin early season trout opener is the opening salvo in this house of cards. I’m a little fearful that there will be a repeat performance of last year’s perpetual winter, but I’m not one to make excuses. Get out there and fish hard, ’cause before you know it the weeds will be head high. I’ll be plodding a few tracks with the best intentions to truly find Nemo.