My last time out this year was in Trout Run just a few miles north of the famed Bucksnort Dam between Chatfield and Rushford, Minnesota. I'd fished this section a few years before with my buddy Arlo. It was slow fishing on Friday morning. The gps calendar said it was an average day. I only saw one fish jump in about 90 minutes. The fishing got even slower after Teddy, the trusty Water Spaniel, stepped on my pole and snapped off the top 14 or so inches. A wiseman at the local outdoors store said he could have it fixed in a week.
As the days grow shorter and the cold air starts to creep in at night this trout fisherman's view of the world changes. As I've started to fish more over time I've become more and more aware of the way the world changes through Spring, Summer, and first hints of Fall on the rivers and streams around here. There's still a little bit of trout season left. It's the barbless season, catch and release only, until the end of the month.
With two weddings still to go this month I might not get out again to find trout; but with a
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Hey Unlikely,
I appreciated you comments on Itasca and your connection to it. The new headwaters building and historical displays (which I failed to get pictures of) are finally commenserate with the significance of the site. Minnesota can be proud of this. By the way I've fished upstream from Bucksnort many times although Forestville is my "home water."
troutbirder
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