So, this post is woefully overdue, but I’ve had a bit of writer’s block lately. Hopefully this helps.
Two days of bachelorhood with some fishing, brews, and basketball mixed in. Couldn’t ask for much more…
Mecan River and Chaffee Creek
My fishing adventure started Saturday. I nearly ruled out fishing as sustained winds of 20-30 mph seemed like more than I wanted to deal with. But, I persevered (sort of the theme of the weekend). I started at the Mecan River in Central Wisconsin. I ended up doing a fair amount of bushwhacking, and it’s nearly miraculous that I didn’t either A.) get lost or B.) find Sasquatch. Despite my efforts, I had no success.
I moved onto Chaffee Creek (a tributary to the Mecan). I found a spot that is currently undergoing stream restoration work – so the banks had been cleared of brush and casting was easy. Unfortunately, the fishing was not. Despite that, I managed to catch a fat 14″ rainbow on a “mara-bare” fly – I’ll have to do a video for how to tie it. It’s already been a successful fly for me after trying it for the first time this spring.
Badgers and Brews
After returning home, I sat down to watch the Badgers vs. Kentucky in the final four. You probably know how that turned out. Plus, I managed a perfect pour for my Black and Tan. Bonus!
Sheboygan and Pigeon Rivers
Though fishing wasn’t gangbusters, it certainly was a successful Saturday. So, on Sunday I decided to head up to Sheboygan and try my luck at some steelhead. I have been 0-for-infinity in my attempts at lake-run trout so far. I finally bucked that trend at the Sheboygan River. Fishing again was tough and slow, but I managed a 15″ brown on a pink scud. Even though it was only a single fish, my confidence was high. I had tried a number of times for trout on various Lake Michigan tributaries without success and had finally changed that trend.
Not quite ready to give up, I headed over to the Pigeon River.
Water levels were pretty low, and I didn’t see much in the river. At this time in years past, I was seeing a run of suckers that bordered on crazy, and seeing at least a few steelhead (some quite huge). So far, nothing.
Eventually I got to a little riffle with a deep pool behind a deadfall tree. I was just about to cast when I noticed a steelhead at the shallow part in the back of the pool. I backed up gingerly – amazingly I hadn’t spooked it out. Of course, my first cast changed that. I let out a few expletives thinking I had just ruined my shot at the lone steelhead I had seen that day. Nonetheless, I took a couple of casts in to the pool that the fish had darted into. On the 2nd cast of my big ol’ bright pink scud, my indicator dropped and as I set the hook I was overcome with emotion as I saw that I had actually hooked the steelhead.
This steelhead didn’t put up a massive fight – at least not a massive run. And I’m not sure whether it was because of the fish or just because my nerves were shot, but my arm instantly felt like Jello. I had been waiting literally for years to get this fish. Pathetic, perhaps, but I had tried maybe 2-3 times per year for the past 3 years or so with nary a steelhead. This was one of my bucket-list fish (again, perhaps a bit pathetic) but I had FINALLY roped into one.
I managed to get my landing net under it and bring it in. YES. A 25″ steelhead – my first ever. What a weekend.