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A Pretty Spot   Leave a comment

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Posted September 23, 2011 by troutseeker in Wisconsin

Beautiful Brook Trout   3 comments

Here’s a shot of a Brook Trout I caught at Otter Creek last weekend.

Did you know Brook Trout are not, strictly speaking, Trout. They are a part of the Char Family. Fascinating!

Brook Trout in Otter Creek, Sauk County, WI

Brook Trout in Otter Creek, Sauk County, WI

Can Anyone name this Beautiful Spot?   5 comments

Hint: It is in Sauk County, Wisconsin…

 

An incredible spot in the Driftless of Wisconsin

An incredible spot in the Driftless of Wisconsin

 

 

 

Fishing for Trout is Fun   4 comments

 

Tying on a new rig at Lodi Spring Creek

Tying on a new rig at Lodi Spring Creek

 
 
Tying one on at Lodi Spring Creek

Tying one on at Lodi Spring Creek

 

 

Stimulators   Leave a comment

Preparing for the Brule…

Stimulators, ready to hook into a big one.

Stimulators, ready to hook into a big one.

First Timer   3 comments

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That’s my brother Tim gettin’ in for the first time.

We spent an overnight at the West Fork Sportsman’s Club in Avalanche and woke at dawn to work Knapp Creek, the West Fork of the Kick, and the Sea Breeze Creek. All are in close proximity and gave us some different flavors for a days fishing.

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We did well with Brookies on the Knapp, including a 12 incher , and I think Tim was really taken by the nature of a day knee deep as I know I am. I think I saw and felt those pangs for a trophy that we all sometimes get, of a big fish and some outlandish story to go with it. But I knew that wasn’t likely, or at least, is no longer what brings me out there.

“It ain’t about the fish”, as they say, and you won’t get any argument from me on that sentiment.

I’ve begun to see these streams as nothing more than lonesome highways where a guy can really get way back in the world where a rabbit wouldn’t go.

I mean, how else to see all this very marvelous, very privately owned land?

My fishing pole and rubber pants are license to see that which is otherwise forbidden. For some guys, maybe that’s a pole dancer, others still, it’s the big game on the tube, or throwing oneself into some extreme sports peril. I’ll take a cold running, spring fed stream, up against that stuff almost every time.

I wanted Tim to recognize that there is a world of opportunity out there which requires a relatively small investment in basic gear that provides a lifetime of superlative activity for those willing to give it a try.

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We left for Avalanche from Madison at about 6 or so and I’d readied us for an evening of hammock camping just off the road somewhere not far from the fish. It’s unfortunate there is so much human contrivance in the world that two guys can’t sling a couple sheets of nylon between two trees w/o feeling like they’re breaking the law. Sadly, we couldn’t find a spot that would keep us close to the car w/o feeling really conspicuous so we opted for the Sportsmans Club after giving up our search at about 10pm.

For all my resistance, the club camping facilities proved to be a very welcoming spot for two late comers and made camp set up a snap. Arriving late, we were told to seek out Trapper in the morning. I knew we’d be gone by 5:30 and bothering someone that early felt like an injustice greater than not paying the very fair $20.00 fee. (10 for overnight + 10 for a seasonal membership)

Trapper, let’s say I owe you one okay?

And thanks much for a great spot to hang your hat for an evening!

We’ll be back I’m certain and settle up then.

After 3 or 4 hours the next morning on the Brookie laden Knapp, we decided to seek out bigger water in hopes of finding some fat Brown trout.

I like to fish w/o other fisherman in sight (minus my mates of course) so the West Fork always looks a little too cozy from the road. Makes it feel too much like some kind of water park or something. I’m looking for the lonesome highway. Not Wisconsin Dells.

But we moved down the creek a ways and I discovered why people fish the West Fork. It’s freakin’ gorgeous! I am very thankful for every inch of effort on that stream and it made for some really fine fishing. Great activity in some long riffles, that are so fun to fish, and beautiful plunge pools and big bend pools so fishy you’re reluctant to ever leave them.

The Sea Breeze, I think that’s what it’s called, was a little trib that I thought might get less fishing pressure than the main branch and give us some solid afternoon opportunities.

We did well in this open prairie like little stream. It recalled many of the Dane County that are familiar to me.

I think Tim was chastened a bit by the day. His anticipation for big fish was natural. But in the end he clearly felt those other less knowable virtues that are what really bring us all back.

Can’t wait to get back there with my crew again sometime soon!

First Timer   2 comments

20110910-123232.jpg

That’s my brother Tim gettin’ in for the first time.

We spent an overnight at the West Fork Sportsman’s Club in Avalanche and woke at dawn to work Knapp Creek, the West Fork of the Kick, and the Sea Breeze Creek. All are in close proximity and gave us some different flavors for a days fishing.

20110910-123757.jpg

We did well with Brookies on the Knapp, including a 12 incher , and I think Tim was really taken by the nature of a day knee deep as I know I am. I think I saw and felt those pangs for a trophy that we all sometimes get, of a big fish and some outlandish story to go with it. But I knew that wasn’t likely, or at least, is no longer what brings me out there.

“It ain’t about the fish”, as they say, and you won’t get any argument from me on that sentiment.

I’ve begun to see these streams as nothing more than lonesome highways where a guy can really get way back in the world where a rabbit wouldn’t go.

I mean, how else to see all this very marvelous, very privately owned land?

My fishing pole and rubber pants are license to see that which is otherwise forbidden. For some guys, maybe that’s a pole dancer, others still, it’s the big game on the tube, or throwing oneself into some extreme sports peril. I’ll take a cold running, spring fed stream, up against that stuff almost every time.

I wanted Tim to recognize that there is a world of opportunity out there which requires a relatively small investment in basic gear that provides a lifetime of superlative activity for those willing to give it a try.

20110910-060526.jpg

We left for Avalanche from Madison at about 6 or so and I’d readied us for an evening of hammock camping just off the road somewhere not far from the fish. It’s unfortunate there is so much human contrivance in the world that two guys can’t sling a couple sheets of nylon between two trees w/o feeling like they’re breaking the law. Sadly, we couldn’t find a spot that would keep us close to the car w/o feeling really conspicuous so we opted for the Sportsmans Club after giving up our search at about 10pm.

For all my resistance, the club camping facilities proved to be a very welcoming spot for two late comers and made camp set up a snap. Arriving late, we were told to seek out Trapper in the morning. I knew we’d be gone by 5:30 and bothering someone that early felt like an injustice greater than not paying the very fair $20.00 fee. (10 for overnight + 10 for a seasonal membership)

Trapper, let’s say I owe you one okay?

And thanks much for a great spot to hang your hat for an evening!

We’ll be back I’m certain and settle up then.

After 3 or 4 hours the next morning on the Brookie laden Knapp, we decided to seek out bigger water in hopes of finding some fat Brown trout.

I like to fish w/o other fisherman in sight (minus my mates of course) so the West Fork always looks a little too cozy from the road. Makes it feel too much like some kind of water park or something. I’m looking for the lonesome highway. Not Wisconsin Dells.

But we moved down the creek a ways and I discovered why people fish the West Fork. It’s freakin’ gorgeous! I am very thankful for every inch of effort on that stream and it made for some really fine fishing. Great activity in some long riffles, that are so fun to fish, and beautiful plunge pools and big bend pools so fishy you’re reluctant to ever leave them.

The Sea Breeze, I think that’s what it’s called, was a little trib that I thought might get less fishing pressure than the main branch and give us some solid afternoon opportunities.

We did well in this open prairie like little stream. It recalled many of the Dane County that are familiar to me.

I think Tim was chastened a bit by the day. His anticipation for big fish was natural. But in the end he clearly felt those other less knowable virtues that are what really bring us all back.

Can’t wait to get back there with my crew again sometime soon!

Northwoods Ho!   Leave a comment

Plans are in the works for a trip up to the Bois Brule, and perhaps the Cranberry River, Flag River, White River, Marengo River, Sioux River, or who knows where. Hopefully the fish will be our guide.

I can’t wait to see that lovely tanin-stained water, hear the wolves howl, and see the flash of those silvery fish in the riffles. I’ll be keeping my eye on the fish forums to see how our chances look for getting up there during a run.

For now, here are some memories of last year’s visit…

Wood Turtle on the banks of the Bois Brule River, Wisconsin

Wood Turtle on the banks of the Bois Brule River, Wisconsin

 
 
Stephen Rose: Extreme Trout Fisherman

Stephen Rose: Extreme Trout Fisherman

 
 
S. Rose on the incredible Bois Brule River, Wisconsin

S. Rose on the incredible Bois Brule River, Wisconsin

 
 
The Amnicon River in Douglas County, Wisconsin

The Amnicon River in Douglas County, Wisconsin

 

 

 

Pictures from the Weekend   6 comments

Stephen Rose and I got out over the weekend to a creek that has baffled and battered us for some time now. This creek doesn’t give up its fish easily. There may not even be that many fish in this creek, but it is certainly enticing. It is a beautiful place, not far from home, with lots of fishy-looking spots. Others who’ve fished it have reported successes and failures. It is popular with fly fishermen, probably because of the many “improved” areas that allow a person to cast a fly rod.

Stephen got a few strikes but couldn’t connect. I got one fish on a wooly bugger. The fishing that was had would not make a very good extreme fly fishing movie. But, like you’ll hear from many fly fishermen, it was a beautiful experience.

I hope you enjoy the pictures.

Double Surgeon's Knot, by Stephen Rose

Double Surgeon's Knot, by Stephen Rose

Clipping the Tags

Clipping the Tags

Stephen working an Adam's in a very attractive pool

Stephen working an Adam's in a very attractive pool

This flower is every fly fisherman's nightmare (Black-Eyed Susan)

This flower is every fly fisherman's nightmare (Black-Eyed Susan)

Pretty, isn't it?

Pretty, isn't it?

Another failed attempt to lure a fish from a fantastic bend pool

Another failed attempt to lure a fish from a fantastic bend pool

Ha! I fooled a fish!

Ha! I fooled a fish!

Please, God, just let me catch a fish! There have got to be fish in there!

Please, God, just let me catch a fish! There have got to be fish in there!

This farmer mows a path along the stream. Thanks buddy!

This farmer mows a path along the stream. Thanks buddy!

 

 

 

TroutUnderground.com interview with John Gierach   Leave a comment

I’m a fan of John Gierach and his writing, and perhaps you are too. It’s probably worth your time, if you enjoy chasing trout (or bass or bluegills or any other fishy fish) to read some Gierach. You’ll enjoy it.

John Gierach

John Gierach

Below is a link to a recent interview of Gierach done by Trout Underground.

I found the discussion of fly fishing as an extreme sport interesting. It really isn’t an extreme sport, but I suppose that’s what sells these days, isn’t it? But then you’ve got this idea of trout fishing being so insanely intense with action that maybe you go home a little disappointed once in a while. And that’s not that good, is it?

Give the interview a read. Let me know what you think, if you want to.

Trout Underground interviews John Gierach