Jen and I drove up in snow flurries to my friends cabin in northern Wisconsin. I Realized that I forgot to pack my fleece pants to wear under my waders at home. We chatted and formulated a plan for the weekend over Jameson on rocks, and then headed off to bed.
Peter and I fished for Muskies on the Flambeau River in the blowing snow...I was reminded by my cold legs and numb hands that I forgot fleece pants at home. We did not catch or land any fish, but it was good to see Wendy from the Hayward Fly Fishing company again and so many eagles flying along the river. After the day was done, we headed even further North to thaw out with some pretty decent home made pizza at the Kro-Bar. We bumped into my Joe form Merrill, WI and talked to him and his buddy for awhile and played a little pool. I only see him like once, maybe twice a year, so that was a nice surprise.
We woke up to thick frost on the car at 23 degrees. Got our stuff together for a day of fishing for Steelhead, woke up Joe and his buddy, who asked me why they decided to try to keep up in doing shots with the 23-year old's. I just laughed, and wished them a good day on the river and thinking it was good that I didn't participate in that game with them.
We got down into the river, and reconfirmed my irritation towards myself for forgetting my fleece pants at home and the growing list of crap that I forgot, broke, or misplaced that I have to work on before coming back up. Peter started his steelhead season within fifteen minutes by landing a healthy skip-jack. We fished for a few hours and then took a lunch break before driving off to another spot where I caught nine and landed five fish. Four were future steelhead ranging from 8" to 14", and the fifth one was a legit skip-jack coming in at 17-inches. Three took the pale yellow egg, and two took the #12 PTN. So the search for their feisty parents continues.
I also had a foot and a half long witness checking out my casting technique. He swam across the river to hang out with me. He hung out on the shore behind me for about twenty minutes after his swim, and then disappeared. My guess is the 42 degree water might have slowed him down and needed a little sun bathing on the beach to get going again.
|Common Garter Snake sticking tongue out at me.|
To top off our great fall day, Jen and I headed home through Duluth, MN and stopped in for a nice anniversary dinner at Black Woods restaurant where I proposed to her. The service and food was great, and it was nice to stroll down memory lane and reminisce about our earlier days together.
More to come later, as for now we to put a "pause" on our fishing as we have a wedding to attend next weekend someplace in Iowa called "BFE" I think. It's between "Some-town-I-haven't-been" and "it's-that-close-to-Illinois-really???" Then after that, it's back to the north woods fishing adventures.