Though I gripe about opening day of trout, I can't stay away. So, just before sunup on Saturday, there I was standing at a hole in a local creek, waiting for 8 o'clock to fire a spinner. Those last few minutes are as tense as a New Year's countdown. Everyone has a finger on the line. Everyone takes a que from the first guy to throw. And when we did, it took two casts for me to hook into my first trout...a sad specimen though it was.