Fly Fishing Road Trips
Good People      Good Water       Good Fish

I'd been fishing in the West on vacations and learning how to fly fish.  Tying my own flies and dreaming of fly fishing started in high school, but I only fished in ponds.  Even then, I never caught anything.  My first catch was on a fiberglass rod.  It was a turtle in Florida.
 
My hockey buddies fish for trout in Wisconsin several times a year.  In 2006 they asked me, or I invited myself.  We drove in the morning and decided to fish before the sunset at Reads Creek, just off Hwy 14.  On this trip, I had my two Labrador Retrievers with me, Maggie and Baguette.  I let the guys have the Reads Creek falls while I fished the canyon.  My two dogs had never angled before, and it showed.  I think I yelled at them the whole time in the canyon, echoing my calls.

I made one excellent cast only, luckily, there was a brook trout there, and I landed my first Wisconsin Trout.

Wisconsin Done!