Posted: April 6th, 2011 
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A haiku about fishing, fruit and spring garners me a t-shirt.
 It was hot Sunday, and humid. The air was heavy. At the urging of my amazing partner, who said that summer only seems too short when you pass on opportunities to get out and enjoy it, I went fishing, though my primary purpose was to stand in a river.  Braving the rain to canoe the river and fish for smallmouth bass and carp.  To get to the Little Yellow Banks canoe landing at St. Croix State Park, you first drive five miles of paved road from the highway to park headquarters. Then you drive another five miles of gravel road to the landing. By the time you get to the river, you feel like the hustle and bustle of modern life is pretty far away. The river–wild, undeveloped, beautiful–does nothing to dispel that feeling.  A recent article about fishing the Hexagenia hatch for trout revealed the particular allure of these over-sized mayflies, the big fish that chase them, and the strange experiences of fly-fishing after dark. |
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