Trout Addict…

I knew the conditions were wrong; I knew by tomorrow night fish will start moving. Sleep in, relax, do nothing today… well that did not happen. Because you see, I am addicted to fishing. Most any kind, but because it is extra special, because they taste exquisite, and because they are going to rapidly come under the impact of warming waters as a result of climate change and essentially disappear from northern Wisconsin and the southern Yoop— for all of these things, but many more— have you ever held a brook trout up to sunlight to examine the intricate colors and beauty of this magnificent being? Have you ever fought one on a 2lb line where it feels like JAWS on the other end? And then its only 8inches long, HAHAHA… Amazing. Beings. Of infinite wonder.

So as I started to share— I ended up hitting Black River, Powder Mill Creek, Alder Creek, Potato River, and Tyler Forks— all solid places and not a single nibble today nor any fish spotted. So I say it again for tomorrow— sleep in, do nothing, those fish wont be ready until the water is… passion alone wont make them bite.

The trout lilies have just popped up, no flowering yet; the bloodroot is up and looking as pristine as ever. Many deer out, turkeys, and of course spring birds are starting to show up. All in all, I live in a place that can only be called an Eden, and I am not shy about sharing why.