I have stayed away on opening day in the past, to avoid the crowds, but I decided I had waited long enough to get back to Trout Lake. It was crowded, for a lake if not for a city street, but I found solitude and trout enough to make me glad I was there. The first fish of the season came to a scud under an indicator. So did the second. After that I was content to paddle around and troll and take in the sights, including a rushing inlet busy filling the lake. I caught three more fish before finally calling it a day. When I was packed up and on the road again it was already 9 pm. It's official: Winter is completely and irrevocably over.