Good People - Good Water - Good Fish
After my brother's death, I had to do some serious business planning, so the wife let me rent a cabin on the Iowa, Wisconsin, and Minnesota border to do some work and fishing. The town is Ferryville, WI. I spent much time in Wooden Nickel Saloon, working from breakfast to lunch. Dinner was spent time investigating new places like Great River Roadhouse, De Sota, WI.
I took a late afternoon off and drove up to Minnesota to fish a stream I only guessed at trout stream. I did my reach via Google Maps and one blog site that led me to believe there was fish. It was a short 45-minute drive. Once I crossed into Minnesota, the land seemed even brighter than Iowa and Wisconsin, which are already beautiful.
The river is remote, with rolling hills and a handful of trees lining the banks. I don’t remember if I had hits, but I remember the first trout. You never know where a trout is hidden—sometimes, throwing your line in the rapids works, but it gives a trout very little time to eat your fly. If a fish is, there they aggressively go for it. That was the case with my first Minnesota fish; it struck hard and fought hard. For most of the trip, I had been stressed; this was like God giving me a thank you for the work I had to do. Minnesota Done!