Howdy folks. This Saturday marks the Wisconsin Catch and Release opener, and man are we excited. It's been a long winter. Every attempt to get to Iowa or the year round streams has been met with either a nasty cold spell or some unforseen event. As a result, I'm feeling mighty rusty. I've kept myself busy with the show and tying flies, but there's only so much substitution a fella can do. Time to wet a line.
Speaking of flies, I've been tying orange scuds and sow bugs for my upcoming week long trip to the Big Horn and streams further west. Can't have enough of these patterns for the western tailwaters. I'll be heading west with my buddy John and his son Tom. (See the photos of past trips in the photo gallery) I'll be joined for a day or two by my political advisor Chris Wedholm, a New Jersey transplant who will be my inspiration for a new essay. Also, I'm hoping Ken Hanson can join us. He'll be out in Bozeman visiting son Ted, daughter-in-law Vanessa and grandson Linden. If you're going to be apart from your family, you can do a lot worse than having to travel to Bozeman.
Hope everybody had an opportunity to listen to the last epsidode. Fun stuff with some great music. A few people have asked about our reference to 20 inch fish in the upper Kinni, and while it would be a rare fish, I know for a fact a few big ones are in that water. It's not the first place I'd go for trophy browns, but the fish are plentiful and healthy as can be. Lots of great water to fish in this region, so there's no sense crowding one another.
In other news, a local buddy reported finding some unusually large cat tracks along the lower Kinni recently. Makes one wonder. I'll be heading down there tomorrow to check out the tracks. I'll be sure to have my tuna fish aftershave on.
If anyone is interested in joining us this Saturday, please send us a note, either through our email or from a blog response. We'll be sure to give you directions. My wonderful, long suffering spouse Lynn has agreed to make 2 dozen egg, sausage and cheese bagels for the fellas, apprpropriately wrapped in tinfoil. If that doesn't inspire you, along with a thermos of French roast, I don't know what could.
We'll be taking the recorder down to the water for a stream report and will be back in the studio early next week to record a new episode. So stay tuned. Thanks to all of you who have supported FWJ. We can't tell you how much we appreciate it.
joe
3 comments:
When my father attended school in River Falls, he caught a 21 inch brown in that section of river, right upstream about one-half mile from what is now McDonald's. So there is a precedent for you from the days not so far back in the mists of time. It is easy for me to remember this because, every time we used to drive by there, he would drive real slow and point out the spot and say "I caught a 21-inch brown trout right there! Boy did that fish fight!" We went fishing there a couple times, and caught colds, alder trees, litter, but no big ones. Just memories, for both us. He's gone now.
On our last fishing trip together, we saw a big turkey fly across the Rush River. That was cool.
Sometimes it's not really the fish.
Thanks for the story, Sue. And yes, sometimes it's not about the fishing at all. Sometimes it's a memory, mined from the past; sometimes it's a turkey flying across the river and shocking your senses. Sometimes it's just a moment sitting on a rock in the middle of the river, grateful for the opportunity to be alone with your thoughts. It's all good.
joe
Ok let's keep it real, Joe, it's never good when your line gets tangled up in a tree! That sems to happen to me alot!
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