Jen and I went up again this past weekend even though the river was still low and clear and still no rain. What can I say, we are addicts to this game.
We found Peter a couple of doors down from ours at the motel. He fished that day and lost his fly box, so there was some flies being tied as we chatted with him. Which still totally sucks to lose a fly box on the river. But if anyone finds said fly box, please send to me so that I can see what his secret flies are.
Jen and I went over the Kro-bar for supper where we were joined by Mike, Phil, and David who also just pulled into town for the weekend. Talk about perfect timing! And the all you can eat fish fry wasn't too bad either with a side of Leinie's Oktoberfest of course. If only someone could have tripped over the cord of the horrible karaoke that was taking place on the stage, it would have been so much better.
Jen and I had zero luck on Saturday, not even a strike. We fished till dark with no rewards from the river gods. Peter had walked by us about mid morning Saturday and reported landing a very nice steelhead just upstream of us. So we knew they were in river, just not on the end of our lines. Before going out to dinner as we all gathered at Olie's motel room for a warm-up beer, Jen and found out that we were the only unlucky ones out of our group of eight. Good for them, but I say Grrrr to our luck.
The blueberry ribs at Deep Lake Lodge in Iron River, WI is still the best ribs I've ever had and they once again did not disappoint, unlike the Badgers football game that we could hear in the background on TV. At lease the Packers beat the Vikings the next day. Poor Bucky Badger.
Sunday, we had a little bit of a late start as we were not in a hurry since there was a 60% chance of rain in the forecast for the day. But when we opened the door to get going, it was dry and overcast. Jen and I headed to a spot we knew that fit our latest steelhead theory with a Mountain Dew in one hand, and snickers bar in the other (which by the way is a four-star fisherman's breakfast). We spent most of our time at one spot insistent that we were right and then we were proved right. I was lucky enough to catch two steelhead about an hour apart from each other! WhooHoo!! Shortly after, we gave up the spot to another gentleman and headed back to the truck just in time for the rain to start. Lucked out again! We changed in the parking lot and headed for home happily.