Monday, November 16, 2009

Steelhead season closes

Friday: Jen and I were greeted by a cold bottle of the Doctor at our Hotel door.  Thanks Peter!
We found the room where Peter was staying and chatted awhile about the recent weather, river conditions, and fishing reports of the past few days.  Then Jen went off to bed and we headed over to continue our conversation at the Kro-Bar over a couple of Spotted Cows.

Headed over to Twin Gables for breakfast.  The morning was overcast and it was one of those quiet drizzly days.  With no one joining us this morning, Jen and I got ready for and headed to the river.

The parking lots busier then expected, but finally we just picked a spot and hit the trail down to the river.   Jen hooked into brown trout just feet from her that was about 20" or so from what I could tell, but it spit the hook before we could get it to the net. 

We quit early that day stopped and stopped by Big dog's Trout camp looking for Struiff, but we didn't see his truck so we headed back to the hotel change out of our trout pants.  We then swung by Nesterville looking for Rick, but he was out setting up his stand for deer season.  His wife RayAnn said that he'd  back soon for the Northwest High School championship game that was going to be on at the Kro.

The bartender's grandson set up a laptop to the main TV so that the webcast of the game could be watched by the prideful folk of the town.  The desktop of the laptop showing a very very busty topless gal and a pool table, which didn't seem to bother grandma all that much...weird.  Customers there could get drinks, but not food...that would interrupt the staff from watching the game.  I think everyone in the bar was somehow closely connected to every player on the team.  It was a very lake Woebegone and neat to have experienced.  Comments about the ref's and the players were in no part unbiased, and some constructive criticism about the announcer was also given.  Several of the gals were totally engrossed in the game, putting thier hands together, breathing heavily, one of them actually just stood through the whole game to watch as she "just couldn't stand it."  For the record the Tigers went into this game with an impressive 12-0 record.  We later found out, that they ended the season with a 12-1 record as they had lost.  But, now Jen and I know why everyone had "Go Tigers" signs in the local towns and yards and businesses, and on their sweatshirts. 

We went back to the Hotel before the game had ended to pick up Peter and George for supper at the Italian place.  It was 5:30pm and been dark for at least half an hour now so we assumed they'd be ready.  In fact our timing was great, they were in the middle of emptying the truck form the day and going in to change clothes.  The minestrone soup was as good as what all the locals had said it was.  And it was the real deal as both Jen and Peter ran into a little bone that they spit out.  A couple of hours later we left and dropped everyone off. 

Nine-thirty came around and after my short nap I headed to the pub and hung out with the bouncer for about 45 minutes, talking about bow hunting and fishing.  Things were getting busy, so I left him to his job  and I invaded the table were Andy Roth and his two cohorts were deep into some friendly competition to decide who the billiards World champion was.  It was a fun group of guys filling up on Lienies and pizza.

Met up with Anderson and Feiker at our usual breakfast place, and we were off to fish closing day of the season.  The weather was chilly this morning and mostly sunny, and the parking lots was a little less crowded from the day before.  We fished till sunset, several of us had hookups, Jen had a frustrating day with the snagasourous and tangles.  There was a part of the day, where Anderson decided to break out his unpolished sports commentation skills, and did a play by play as I was fishing.  It was funny, but he needs a little more practice before ANY sports channel will hire him to jazz up any event.  And I am pretty sure he is ok with that.

After a chili day, we headed back to the Kro to warm up, use the 'facilities' and enjoy a cigar.  Talked to the bouncer who was running on 3 hours a sleep and a 1-hour nap and just about to start a bartending shift.  Long story, but lets just say he gets the call to fill in and work at several places in town when other people call in sick or can't work for whatever reason.  We finished our last mugs of Spotted Cow of the season and wrapped things up with a supper together at the Anchor Bar in Superior, WI.  Nothing kills hunger or hamburger cravings like the Anchor Grill.  We left there very happy and full around 8pm and was home around 10:30p and went straight to bed.  We unpacked the next day after I had called in sick. 

And that was not fun.  Unfortunately, Jen and I had both had some bad stomach thing going on.  It was kind of there on Sunday, but we tried to ignore it.  We were suspect of the famed soup we had the night before since that is the only thing in common that Jen and I had, besides water.  On the drive home I went through a whole bottle of the pink stuff, as my stomach was doing this non-stop gurgling flopping around thing.  It was not fun at all, and I spent most of the day in bed hunched over.  I know not the ending to the season that one wants right?  At least we had fun this year, and I don't have to quit steel heading as I was threatening to do before this season had started.  I hope next year is just as fun.

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