Fishing
Rainbow trout, brown trout and small mouth. Bass can break the line from your reel and make your heart beat. You will rest in the quiet serenity of the Yellow River when you swim or make your way, throwing your fly into a pool or a whirlwind below the thresholds of white water. Surrounded by the overhanging willows and towering Cottonwoods on a long stretch of calm water, your mind is at ease. Suddenly, to your right, cool air flies up to you and dark, shady, vertical limestone towers that go higher and descend into the river. The vertical rock wall looks like a fairytale scene with ferns, mosses, lichens and wildflowers covering a damp dripping stone. You stop and throw a dry fly around the edge of deep clear water and watch a huge brown trout breathe in a tiny fly.
Mississippi River
Next to the Mississippi, waiting for you and luring you into the heart of some of the best traps in America, located among the steep cliffs of Marquette, Iowa and Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin. After launching your fishing vessel, you slowly and quietly maneuver into the inlet lake, which is to the left of the foggy side canal. The entrance to the lake is narrow and almost imperceptible. A soft, soft current passes through this divided opening. A large tray of conifers stands at the entrance to this large inlet lake, covered with blooming water lilies and a lotus. The morning is still and as the fog rises and filters the sunlight into a beautiful glow, the Great Blue Heron stands on one leg and is ready for breakfast. The air is fresh because it fills your lungs. Coming to a dead end, gratitude fills your soul when you experience this creature of nature. Few people will ever get this experience, and tears will come to you when you are delighted to see the glorious scene moving in the morning, and your heart is filled with joy. Your first shot with your floating frog lands on top of a water lily. Just as you jerk it off a lily pillow, and when it hits the water, a sudden explosion of a 4-pound Largemouth Bass occurs, which has been deceived by your “frog-like”.
At about noon, your family will meet you at the starting ramp. After lunch at a picnic everyone is ready to meet in the afternoon. After a short boat trip, you and your family are anchored and do nothing under the shadow of an old willow in a maze of swamps. Throw in a deep shade, offered by willow, sends a beaver and bait into a beautiful niche. The beaver makes a small bounce and disappears as the big bitgilla tries to confuse the line in the maze of logs and roots, but to no avail, as your son smiles and laughs. He adds this little scraper to the living well and makes another throw into the same honey hole.
Later that day, in the maze of the swamp, everyone loses time and where they are, but they care because your family is having fun. What a life!
When the sun sets and the sky turns pink-red, your memories of today's fishing experience will get carried away and never be forgotten. When the darkness of the cricket fills the night, and you fill the Mississippi Valley with fog and fog, your dreams of tomorrow will fill your dream, like vivid pictures drawing your photos tomorrow, Hugh's Northern Spider just caught on to the clear bed.
Yes, what a life and what a trip!
