The Interminable "March" Toward Spring

For a good part of the country, March is a frustratingly long transition period where it's generally just cold and wet enough to make most outdoor pursuits less than enjoyable. There's mud everywhere and odds are you're going to end up in it at some point if you're out long enough. But every now and then we're blessed with a day here or a couple there where the rain/snow abates, the wind dies down, and we can fully enjoy our time outdoors. It's during these rare days that you can often find me hitting one of the creeks or rivers that are so numerous in west Michigan. Most folks are probably thinking I'm excited to get out and target steelhead, as many of my fellow Michiganders are doing. But that's not my style. You see, deep down, I'm just a rough and ragged country boy, and early spring fishing for me means sucker. Yes, you read that correctly. Sucker. The ugly, big lipped, bony fleshed, bottom feeding, trash fish. At least that's how they ar...