October 07, 2017

Fall Wisconsin

Wife took some photos with my camera this afternoon.

October 01, 2017

Half a century later and we have not learned a thing.

My father's favorite fish to catch was a brook trout.  They are called trout but are really from the char family.

He went on and on about their beautiful colors.  He described them as nature's kaleidoscope. Their colors varied from stream to stream.

He would typically only chase them in the early spring and near the end of season.

I remember the first brookie I caught.  He had me look at the colors closely.  It was late September and they had already put on their fall spawning colors.  He called them nature's paint brush.

I remember him telling me about the time they almost disappear from the area.  Their numbers dwindled to nearly zero.  He told me to cherish these aggressive beauties because they might become extinct some day.

Fifty years later his words ring loudly in my ears.  Brook trout numbers have taken a significant decline as of late.

Climate change and a parasite called gill lice have almost erased them from my home waters.  The streams that do have brook trout in them have brown trout competing for the same water.

Our state department of natural resources science folks have been phased out basically and the climate change deniers have basically doomed the brook trout.

I have purposely not targeted them in over 2 years because they don't need me adding to their stress.

Half a century later and we have not learned a thing.