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All tagged Driftless Trout Fishing
I was fishing with my friend Rick this day. It was about 38 degrees this day. Rick had on neoprene waders and was cooking due to them. He complained the entire outing.
All outdoors folks have dreams of the perfect deer hunting place where the twelve point bucks are plentiful and there is a stream that runs through the center of it with many eager trout.
I ran in to Scot Schellhorn at the Apple Festival in Gays Mills. Scot and I usually talk fishing when we meet. This was one of those talks.
2013 trout season was a major bust for me due to lack of mobility. I had my worst big trout year of my life.
My buddy Bob is 74 years old. Bob and I have fished together for about 15 years. On almost every outing he talks about his neighbor. Bob talks about the "Old Timer" that lives right next to him.
He rolled up in a big silver suburban. Bob Skoronski retired (Green Bay Packer) was driving. I fish pretty often with Bob Skoronski. This was the fifth time I had been trout fishing with Coach Bob Knight (retired).
I didn't even have the trout on and it haunted me. My friend Andy's encounter with it was chapter one of the saga. I remember reading his email at first and dismissing the possibility of a monster in that stretch. My left knee was at full "I hate you" phase and I dismissed the fish story partially because of my knee not cooperating. I was supposed to be with Andy that day but I chickened out because of my knee.
I stopped at the farm house for the fifth time in six years. I was a little bashful as I exited my vehicle. Each time I had stopped here over the years the results were the same. We talked each time for a short time but he was always on task and our interaction was minimal.
The ritual was always the same. He would kick me out of bed at 4 am. Mom would have poached eggs over toast for us ready on the table. We would discuss where we were going and any things of interest in the area. We would examine our rods and reels for wear. The first spinner of the day was tied on at the table to assure the knot was true in the light. Tying on a lure in the dark on stream many times was a recipe for disaster.
