February 15, 2017

photos

I fish by myself often.  The one handed hold is my method of choice.  I ready the camera and then lift them out of the net and snap one photo only and send them on their way.

February 14, 2017

Mother Nature


She can be cold but beautiful.


She can be deadly 


Her wrath is beyond imagination.


Her majesty is undeniable


She can heal your broken heart.


You can travel through time with her.


Her secrets are limitless


 You can fall in love with her.


Please respect her and take care of her.

February 13, 2017

Brooder Bows Already Released

a new fish manager in the area means a change in stocking date of brooders from hatchery.



















February 12, 2017

A Trouting We Went


I met Chris Young at the local Kwik Trip.  My wife was the chauffeur this outing.  Chris parked upstream and my wife dropped us off downstream.  She questioned why I had her drive us.  I explained to her that it was a special spot and as of late there has been some hijackers of my fishing places. My license plate of my vehicle had been attracting other anglers like flies to honey in the last couple years.

Chris and I quickly exited the vehicle and started out on our adventure.  Outdoor temp was 41 and it was overcast.


Not ten yards from the vehicle Chris started the day well.  He caught this brown on his first cast.

We took turns on holes and methodically fished upstream to his truck.





The trout were aggressive and Chris had the touch this afternoon.  Chris was astonished with the color variations of the browns.





We caught about 30 between the 2 of us.


A cold front moved in with about an hour left in our outing.  We could actually feel the temperature drop.

No extra large trout caught today but a return trip is warranted.


"Did You See That?"

Every trout angler has had that moment. The excited look at your fishing partner and you exclaim: "Did you see that?"


As you turn to your fishing buddy to ask the question it is obvious he has seen it too because his eyes are as big as saucers and his mouth is agape.

I told Chris to fire in there because the monster might hit a different spinner.  He did and no takers.

You stand there afterwards to corroborate what you just had happen to you with your friend.  He saw the exact same thing.

About a foot behind your spinner but deeper down in the water column came storming a huge brown.  You couldn't see it colors but the giant dark image it made in the deeper water was undeniable. The jaws tune was play in your head. It did a 90 degree turn and was never seen again.

A photo was taken of the hole to help burn in the memory.