Continuing Learning- On the Fly

My son reminded me several times this past week that he had Friday off of school. I do not recall ha

Success on the Fly

I posted previously that Ive started a new fishing chapter. Its pretty much a revival. Its kind of a

Not afraid.

Im not. Not afraid of anything. I tell my kids all the time that not only am I the STRONGEST MAN the

 

Continuing Learning- On the Fly

May 20, 2012 in Fly Fishing, Panfish

My son reminded me several times this past week that he had Friday off of school. I do not recall having so many days off when I was in 2nd grade.. I remember going to school what seemed like 8 days a week. In any event, he wanted to go fishing. I tried to get off work early but only managed a 15min lead time on bolting out the door.

When I arrived to pick him up he was ready to go. We hopped in the car and headed over to Salt Creek. The only place I know of close enough that lends itself to not only casting a fly line but getting into some fish.

We arrived at a spot I knew of that had a deeper pool between two shallow runs. This spot held large Carp, Bluegills of average size and a few dink Bass. I set up his new Cahill Fly Rod that he purchased from Cabelas the previous weekend and had him choose a fly. I believe I tied on a Green Drake for him and he got to casting.

Without much assistance from me he was casting out, stripping line and recasting. He was doing a great job but couldnt get any Gills to bite. I showed him a few techniques I had picked up from hitting this hole on my own and learning what these little buggers like. A dry fly floating for a few seconds with a quick strip. He did as I asked and landed his first fish on the fly!

 

Not only did he land it himself as I was further upstream trying to tempt some carp, but he unhooked it himself! This is huge for Spence as he gets super freaked out when he is holding the fish and they make a jump. He tossed the little Gill back in and got back to casting. After a bit he made his way over to me and started casting next to me. We both hit Gills almost simultaneously and I have to say it felt pretty unexplainable fishing next to my son, fishing at the same level, knowing he is learning something and learning it from me.

 

We decided to move on to another section that held larger Bass. They have been suspended for some time now. They couldnt care less what your threw at them, on their head. They just went deeper.. then rose after a few minutes. I thought this late at night they might start to feed and we should be there when that happens!

We arrived at about 7:15ish and started casting in the tight spot. They didnt care. I tied on a slightly larger fly and Spence stuck with some Ears Hareish something or other. I quickly starting hitting Crappie. In the few years Ive been fishing this spot, spin casting and only recently Fly Fishing Ive never gotten a Crappie. I was pretty jazzed. Spence continued to get Bluegills but the size had nearly tripled. Id never caught a Gill the size he was catching either. It either had to do with the time of day or the method we were using.

I couldnt keep the Crappie off with a stick. I was using a Grey Ghost just below the surface and using Long Quick strips with a slight Pause. It worked. We continued on until about 8:30 when my eyes couldnt make out my line anymore and I couldnt effectively tie on a new fly without straining.

 

We both quit around 8:30. A fellow angler came up behind us with a tacklbox and fluorescent bobber and headed out to the stream. We both wondered what he could be after, what else might be in this stream.

On the drive home we talked, like guys will do, about what we caught and why. We couldnt figure out how Spence was 100% landing Blue Gill and why I was 100% landing Crappie. If I fished further down or right next to him I would get into Crappie every single time. Was it the flys we were using? The technique we were using when we retrieved? These are things I never really gave much thought to previously. I would tie on a spinner or jig and grub and see what happened. Now Im trying to read the water, read the life around it, focusing on my retrieve more then ever and dissecting what worked and what didnt after the fact. Fishing suddenly needs to take an entire day.

 

At some point in the night Spence asked me if I like Spin Casting or Fly Fishing better. I said I dont know yet, they each have their place and application in fishing. He said confidently he liked Fly Fishing better. “Its just more relaxing…” he said, which sounds odd coming from an 8 year old boy.

The next day we were out in the burbs and stopped off at Deep Quarry for the first time ever. He had his spinning set up and a little grub and was trying to get the Blue Gills around the Dock as I tried casting out with a worm for some Bass. At  a certain point he got tired of the stubborn Gills and tied on a small Black Gnat fly to the end of his braided spinning line and started landing the Gills as he floated it on the surface of the water. He never touched the reel, just whipped the rod and line back and forth to dry the fly off and dropped it back in so it would float. I laughed. He was fly casting with his spinning rod.

This kids hooked.

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Success on the Fly

May 5, 2012 in Fly Fishing

I posted previously that Ive started a new fishing chapter. Its pretty much a revival. Its kind of a rebirth. Its.. I should have did this sooner.

Ive hit Salt Creek a few times with the Fly rod. Each time I visit and cast I learn something new. Whether its casting out, stripping the line, which fly to use, its new and helpful information. What I am finding though is I think fishing with a fly and fly rod is ultimately making me a better angler all around. This might get a bit convoluted.

Fly fishing forces you to look at what is going on around you. Requires you to “notice” what is on the water, what is in the water. How they react to each other and therefore dictate what you will do. It almost predicts success. My first few visits had nothing to show for them. I know I like floating a dry fly better then stripping a nymph. ( probably not an actual “Fly phrase”.. but it may just be the best phrase Ive ever typed..) I like watching it float giving the line a little tug and watching it twitch and jump. I know how to “present the fly” on this stretch as Ive watched what these little Bass and Panfish like to eat. I dont think I would have cared a few weeks ago. I think I would have put a tiny grub on a little jig or casted out a worm and dragged it along. Still, I probably would have caught a fish or two spin casting.

I sit on the bank and watch. I watch a small white insect hop onto the water then quickly skitter for about 9” then stop. It skittered a few more inches on the waters surface and was quickly gobbled up by a small Bass. I then saw a large black fly like insect land on the surface and it was quickly GULPED by a carp. I finally get it. I was casting out a smaller fly and letting it just drift with the current. I thought that was the most natural thing to do. But none of the insects on the waters surface drifted for too long before moving about. I was presenting something natural in an UNnatural way.

I rustle through my flybox and look for something to use. I have a small white fly and float it on the surface. I pull it quickly across the top of the water  by pulling the rod tip up with quick jerks and immediately a Bass jumps at it, takes the line down and spits it.

Whoa.

I continue this for 20 mins or so and just cant seem to set the hook. But I learned enough to call it quits.

Setting the hook must be for another day.

 

I arrive a few days later and take to setting the hook. I realize after some trial and error the best way to set the hook is to strip the line to make the little fly skitter and jump. When a fish jumps the fly, strip it quick to set the hook. Sounds easy. Not for me. I practiced and had a lot of Bass and Panfish jump the fly. After about 10 mins I had my very first fish on “the fly”.

I brought that bastard to hand.

I continued on and casted my fly out a few times repeating my technique and landed another. I then switched to a larger fly. I have no idea what it was called. It had red and black, a larger hook. Im not quite that guy yet. In any event I still had the smaller panfish hitting it but it was a bit too big for them. The Bass didnt seem as interested and I needed to start heading home.

Ive got a handful of flys in the fly box. Just a few that I bought that are diverse enough that if I switched from one to the other there would be a slight difference and reason for it.

Ive learned to look at the water first. Ive learned to look at what is being taken and how to replicate it. I havent ever fished like this. I almost think its the exact way anyone learning to fish should fish. Heck, its probably the way people DO learn to fish. Not so much with a fly rod but by observing and thinking before acting. Being self taught at 37, a few years back, Its no mystery I have no idea what Im doing. Success to me comes in many different flavors. This was success.

Fly Fishing on Salt Creek

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Not afraid.

May 3, 2012 in Fly Fishing

Im not. Not afraid of anything. I tell my kids all the time that not only am I the STRONGEST MAN they will ever know but Im also not AFRAID of anything! And that is partially true. Its not that Im fearless. There just isnt much that rattles me. This has served me well in life but does tend to leave me a bit emotionless at times I need emotion. Or should have it. It also confuses my senses in such a way that I will cry, in a manly way, at many many Oprah episodes. ( thank GOD she is off the air.) What does that self serving crap have to do with anything. ONLY EVERYTHING.

Ive decided to take up Fly Fishing and Im not afraid of that decision.

During the lulls of this years fishing Ive taken to reading. Studying. Ive started looking around for more information on fishing, gear, locations, challenges. I kept landing on various fly fishing pages, fly tying pages, rods.. reels.. you name it. I would stop off at Bass Pro or Cabelas and linger… a little too long, looking at Flys. They are neat. They are small.. simple, carefully made. Its poetic. Ive written before about it from a much different angle. Have I wised up or have I been duped? Pretty sure the latter.

I took the plunge a few weeks ago and picked up a Starter Fly combo. I saved some lunch money and headed to Cabelas for a $79.00 combo. Pre spooled with fly line and leader. I talked to the guy in the Fly section about the rod and he agreed it was the best one he had for the price at $79.99 and even pointed out a few more expensive combos that had lesser reels on them. The decision was made, I walked up to the register and the cashier rang it up.

“$39.99..”-

Really? Thats half the price on the tag?

$39.99….crap. This was meant to be. Im a pretty firm believer in Karma and fate. Meaning- life puts things in front of you for a reason. Life puts thoughts in your head for a reason. You can avoid the signs.. the spontaneous thoughts.. but they will always return until you accept them.

Now Im screwed.

I took it out fishing with Tommy.. who will not even speak to me let alone look at me when I have it, and casted about like a halfwit. I whipped that line back and forth, getting it caught in all manners of vegetation. I looked like a goddamn idiot. Somewhere on Tommys camera is a 3 min video of me trying to get my Muddler Minnow out of a tree.

I took it out a few more times after reading up and got the hang of it a little more. And liked it. I like the drift. I like the cast, the drift, the draw back and recast. It seems simple. Kind of right. However, while standing there casting in different creeks catching nothing,  I couldnt help but think I would have SOMETHING on the end of my line if I was spin casting. A nice little beetle spin would work in this shallow run with its deeper pools and undercuts. I had a few Gills grab my fly a few times and take it under only to spit it out. Setting the hook is proving difficult ( impossible) and that might turn me off a bit. But for now, Im happy just to cast and try to learn how to not look like an idiot.

I took my son to Salt Creek over the weekend after his Soccer game and let him try the rod. Our family vacation this year is in the Poconos and when I looked up fishing everything was very Trout-Centric. Many streams are Fly fishing only and Barbless hooks only.. this is what started my internet stumbling earlier in the month. The plan is to get decent enough between now and August so that we:

-A- Do not look like TOTAL fools.

-B- Catch a fish.

Spence loved it. Took to it almost immediately. Apparently he isnt afraid of anything either. But Im still WAY stronger then he is.

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Old Friends

May 1, 2012 in Random, Random Fishing

You know that odd uncomfortable feeling you get when you havent spoken to someone in a long time? Maybe a short time has passed, but a little longer then usual. You start to think about why its been so long, if its been too long. You start to wonder all sorts of things. Sometimes its more awkward making that connection again. Sometimes its best to turn your back and continue on, hoping there will be a connection somewhere down the line.

This is where I am at.

I look at this blog and read through it and I miss it. I miss talking through my fishing adventures, jotting down my thoughts, going through pictures and retelling the story they hold. But its been so long. Its been too long. Too many casts have passed without a fish on the end of  my line. Too many stories in my head that no one really wants to hear. Time is sparse, fishing time is even less available. Kids are growing, time is taken up with things like soccer, ballet and family events.

This year started out with a mild winter coming to a close and just insane blog entries and forum threads accounting tales of personal bests left and right. I sat and joyfully read them in my TV room. Kids at my feet, wife grading papers. I sit and dream. My minds drifts to streams and rivers. What lure would I use if I was out there now, where would I go. Would I even care if I caught anything? Do I even remember how to fish?

More posts, more entries. Anglers catching fish everywhere.

I sneak out here and there. Try to hit some water. Stop off after work, swing by a pond at lunch. Walk the bank of my river on the way home. 20 mins of casting feels strange. Awkward. Unfamiliar.

I have more pictures in my folders of scenery and flowing water. No fish. But at least I was out there. I tried to find ways to get out. I grabbed the kids a few days here and there and took them fishing. Its not the same, its busy time. Its hard wrangling those two monkeys and also giving time to what I love to do. It worked out sometimes though..

My first Bass of the season, hell, first fish at all, came on one of those days. Playing at the ponds, casting here and there snatching up Gills and Sunnies with Wax Worms. Still, April 7th is a lot sooner then I was able to catch fish last year. So in that respect, Im ahead of the game?

I still hit my river on the way home. The water is low and clear. Almost too clear. I catch nothing. None of my pike, none of my toothy critters.. reports all over the area about people apparently DROWNING in caught pike. I cant get a bump to save my life. Im going from highs to lows every other day.

 

I made some time after work one day to get out with Tommy. Hit up our creek, chase some smallies. Its what I needed. I casted around not expecting too much, having a miserable start to a great year doesnt do much for the self esteem. It hurts a little to love something so much and have it let you down time and time again. But its love. You give it another chance. You give it every chance.. and hopefully it will come around.

And it kind of did.

 

You feel better. You feel back. You feel in charge and ready for the ups and downs again.

So I post to this blog again. Has too much time passed? Is anyone out there keeping count? I was. Not sure if I should anymore. It felt good to get out, to make time. To seize any opportunity to do what I love to do. To practice what I want to perfect ( if there is such a thing.. and there most certainly is not..) and I feel complete for the first time all year.

Im back old friend. Im here. I never left, you never left.

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Dan Sims on with Dale Bowman

March 26, 2012 in Des Plaines River, Random

Just wanted to bring some attention to what a great job Dan did on Dale Bowmans radio show! Dan spoke about fishing the DPR, the newly assembled DPRAA and a few quick plugs for his amazing spinners, a few websites and some local anglers!

 

Give it a listen!!

Listen through ITUNES/WEB here!

Article here

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DPRAA

March 10, 2012 in Des Plaines River

Holy Crap. Not only has it been forever since Ive posted anything to this Blog but also forever since Ive wet a line. Ive hit the water once or twice over the past few months. Nothing to show for it. No scenic adventures, no long walks or trips.

Nothing to note.

I have been doing a lot of scouting. A lot of Bing Mapping and am itching to get out. All the milder temps days here in Chicago have also been some of the windiest days in recent memory making mild temps chilling whipping wind hazards. There have also been decent days with no wind that I was lucky enough to get out on but only for 20 mins or so. Surely not enough time to get my Casting Legs back!

I would say just about the only exciting thing that happened to me all season was attending the first DPRAA meeting. The DPRAA is the DesPlaines River Anglers Association. It was started up just recently and had its first meeting at a little Bar/Grill in Lockport.

 

I asked my 8 year old son if he wanted to go and to my surprise he was super excited. Its hard to tell what will jazz this kid up from day to day. It was a late meeting, about 7:30 and a bit of a drive from where I am but he was up for it. When we arrived we were greeted by Dan Sims who sat center table helping members fill out the membership application forms. Spence and I had ours already filled out and handed them in.

I will not recount the minutes from the meeting as another well known Angler sat and dutifully took down all topics and concerns for us but it was eye opening and thought provoking.

Im pretty excited at the opportunity to help out and meet and talk with other anglers. They all had different stories then I. They spoke of fishing the river since they were 7. They spoke of pulling 30+ inch Pike, Sauger and Walleye from the DPR. All things I couldnt say for myself. There are larger pike up by me from what Ive been catching, but I dont really catch em. Most members in the room were from that general area. The southern stretch of the river which is commonly known as the more fishable stretch. More productive stretch. Hopefully the removal of the Hoffman Dam will change that. I digress…

I was excited to be there, to be a part of something new. I was more excited and proud that my son was with me. That, years from now, he will be able to say he has been fishing the river, or in general, since HE was 6. That his Dad took him fishing and taught him how to cast, read currents, bait a hook. Its something I cant say.. but a change Ive made to give him something I didnt have.

Not so much a fishing post I guess. At least, how I feel inside as I type this is less fishy. We all want to do better than our parents. We all want to make slight changes or adjustments in our parenting styles. I think my son is experiencing things I didnt even know existed at his age.

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Wandering thoughts

November 14, 2011 in Des Plaines River, Random Fishing

I do not type up a post for every trip I take, its usually just the ones I want to remember. In mid july I took a walk and cast around the Des Plaines river that I actually didnt want to post or share. Looking at the pictures now, I cant think of why I didnt want to post about it. I put a few pictures on a forum to share but the experience itself I wanted to keep to myself.

Odd.

It was nothing wildly special. It was a slow slow stroll for about a mile upstream. Then a slow deliberate stroll back with a more concerted effort to catch fish. First off, the picture below took my breath away. This is one of those dramatic pauses one might take. I clumsily stumbled through the woods avoided various ankle breakers and walking ahead, looking down. I looked up to see how close I was to the river as this was a new area to me… and I stopped. And I looked harder..

My heart filled such a sense of contentment. I felt so light and small, so blessed and lost. I tried to take a mental picture, tried to make a place like this in my soul to keep forever. The greens formed a quilt that just seemed to go on and on, the trees forming a barrier from everything else, I was enveloped. I dont know if I felt lost or found.

Did you ever just want to lay down somewhere because it made your insides feel so beautiful? Just nap. Dream within a living dream. I cant explain how I felt.

Obviously.

I walked on and at this point was in a bit of a haze. I was smiling. Outwardly smiling like a drunk idiot that no one is watching. Everything from that point on took on a different feeling. A different meaning.

What was I doing? Oh yeah.. fishing. To the river!

I walked upstream casting mindlessly and still taking in the colors. I recall the heat was a bit oppressive but in the shade of the thick canopy a breeze would pass over you every few minutes and I found myself stopping to enjoy it. Or standing still and letting the mosquitoes have at me for a few minutes so I could feel it.

And have at me they did.

I came to the bridge I was headed for. Its an area I really enjoy. It is extremely shallow and full of rocks and boulders. Its a pretty nice section of this river that has never held fish for me. And for some reason today its where I was headed.. where I wanted to be and a final destination for me to fish.

Fish a place that had no fish. Thats me.

I walked out onto outcroppings of rocks and casted in, I reeled quickly to avoid getting snagged in the shallow riffles. My eyes slowly scanned the shore, the trees, the area, the flow of the river. A few times I forgot I was even casting or even had my line in the water.

I looked across the river and up at the tracks… these were not tracks one would normally use to cross. They had a broken and unsteady wooden catwalk along them. They were large wooden beams spaced unevenly. But I was drawn to the other side for some reason and decided to take to the tracks to cross.

I walked along looking upstream, smiling like an idiot again. I felt like I was transported to another time. The wooden beams, the sound they made under my feet, the age of the iron.. or was it steel? How the hell would I know. I  really was drunk on it all.

I arrived at the other side and almost thought- what the hell did I just do? Why am I here? What was the point of this? I looked down to my right and saw this-

I stood still. Silent. Filled with awe. He was huge. His antlers were god dam majestic and I shouldnt even be allowed to see him. It felt wrong, like I shouldnt be there. Why was I there? Im such an ass, he is going to look up and see me and run. I ruined his day, his drink, his walk. This place was his. That moment was his.

Or maybe it was ours?

Here I was standing on the train tracks. In Maywood Illinois. This scene should not exist. It just shouldnt. But it does! This is right here, right now, it is for me to see and to enjoy and to grow from. I stared for what felt like 20 mins. I was frozen and unmoving. I wanted him to continue on and do whatever it is he was doing. “Go about your business!! Nothing to see up here…” We locked eyes. I slowly reached in my bag to get my camera back out and snapped away. He was unflinching.

I wanted to get closer, always a mistake. I took one step forward to start coming down the rocky slope down to the bank and he dashed away. He leapt onto the bank like he weighed 30lbs and then he was gone.

I walked down to the spot where he was, I studied the hoof prints, looked at where he was drinking. Wondered why he picked this spot. Thought more then I think most would about why this deer did what he did. At least more, aside from those that would hunt them.

I casted a bit and missed two hits behind a rock. I barely had emotion about it. I was so filled at this point that I could have floated back downstream in mid air. I walked back to the car not knowing what pictures I had taken, not knowing the order in which I saw things for felt things. I just knew how I felt at this moment. I just knew I felt right and whole for once out here. Not like a wandering idiot trying to avoid people.

 

 

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Deer Hunter

November 14, 2011 in Des Plaines River, Random Fishing

I set out Sunday morning in search of PIKE. Des Plaines River Pike. I didnt have much of a plan and really should have thought it through a little more then I did. Mornings like Sunday are hard to come by during this season. The Temps were in the upper 50s / 60s and the wind was mild in the morning.

I hit the river and started my walk to my usual places. I had a few new lures but didnt give much thought to anything else. I came to a leaf covered path a bit higher up then the river bank that I usually walk along. The recent rains raised the water levels and flooded the surrounding areas making bank walking and casting difficult. I walked high and dry to a few spots and just enjoyed the colors and weather.

I walked to some open water and started casting out. No hits, no bumps but a lot of activity on the shore. Deer, Beaver etc were all scurrying around. I apparently was hunting the wrong species!

I moved north upstream from Grand Ave towards Belmont. No hits and a sense of a doomed day filled me. I really wanted to get into some fish. As romantic as walking along the river is and as fulfilling as taking in nature is- Its been awhile between catches and that sort of does something to a guy. An Angling guy…

I crossed at some railroad tracks that went over the river and thought I would hit the Western Bank of the river. Something Ive never done. I casted out and walked upstream. The water had a nice quick flow to it, but not too quick. The deer seem to be following me. Every time I heard something rustling and turned, there was a deer 10′ away from me as shocked to see me as I was it. I had a whole inner and sometimes outer dialogue with myself regarding hunting. Random thoughts for another post but in any event, it appears as if the Deer and I were walking the same path. The shore narrowed as it came up to a street and I knew we would all reach that point together and wasnt sure how they would handle it.

The poor guy above was missing half his rack like the deer from Open Season! I had a laugh.

They all passed by and watched me not catch fish. They all lumbered past me and witnessed my donation of not one but three lures to the flow and branches. At this point I sat down and drank my diet coke. I drifted a gulp minnow into some pooling water and hoped. Its then that I typed up the post below from the blackberry. It was an optimistic post. I was hoping to get into something at some point. Maybe something on the way back? Switch to a grub.. a shotgun.. something.

I continued on after my rest. I gathered up some momentum and thought I should cast less cautiously. I was trying to avoid laydowns and branches so I would loose any lures, I in fact lost three by being careful. I came to the edge of the shore and I couldnt walk anymore. I noticed the deer and overcome my obstacle.

I walked back happy to be in such an urban area and see such rural sights. Again I have to sooth myself and my ego in this way. “At least I was out here.. at least I got to see the deer.. and the swimming.. and the antler guy.. bleh bleh..” But I really would have traded it all in today for a decent or not so decent catch. Spinners and rattlers and Husky Jerks and Grubs and such. All for nothing.

I walked back to the car. I still enjoyed the sights, I still avoided the homeless looking guy who crossed the tracks the same time as me..

So if I was hunting Deer this would have been one of the best days ever. But I wasnt. I was hunting fish and as things have been going lately.. I was wildly unsuccessful.

 

Here is hoping this weather holds a little longer!!

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11-13-11 DPR am

November 13, 2011 in Des Plaines River, Field Pressed!

I am currently sitting on the bank of the DPR having no luck. I set out at 6:30am and took to casting and walking. Water is a bit high and somewhat fast from the recent rains. Not ideal as I think we are in for more later this morning.

The shores are super active however with beaver and Deer- some really impressive Bucks crossing my path all morning. I’m lucky to be here with them.
More when I get back home later- hopefully with a catch…. Or two!

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DuPage at Whalon

November 12, 2011 in Bass, Random Fishing

Tommy and I stopped off after a work meeting in Woodridge. Had a little less luck then our last outing to say the least. I lost one after a HUGE blow up and Tommy was able to manage two average bass. 

I walked about and took a few pics of the discharges. There are a few discharge pipes flowing into the Duper around this area. I would assume they are coming from the insanely large quarry judging by the clarity and mineral-y color of the water.

This particular run is blocked off by large rocks and boulders so it looks as if the water is coming from a natural source. Its wildly awesome. Ive been here however when there was not water flowing at all and the creek bed is a smokey white. As the water runs however and spills into the DuPage it is crystal clear with a slight hint of blue. I could easily build a house on its shore and live out the rest of my life.

Its only about 100′ long though and 2′ to 3′ wide..

Further down the run is another HUGE discharge that Tommy and I fished at. We fished right in front of it standing on the slippery rocks praying it wouldnt start blowing thousands of gallons of water out pushing us into the merciless DuPage River!!!

 

We threw our lures around to and fro, hither and yon looking for some interested parties. Not many were to be had. There was activity for sure but no takers. Things have gotten slow all around it seems. This outing was from some time ago but it was right at the forefront of the temperature swings that seem to confuse the hell out of the these little buggers. And I as well.

We took to playing with Tommys new waterproof camera. Distraction ensued.

Not the most eventful trip but it was relaxing and the creek was nice and clear. Its always nice to be in nature, to walk through nature and interact with it.

 

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