I had been planning on waiting another week before venturing out but last night after Ger sent me photos of some of the trophy brown trout he'd been catching my feet miraculously felt better all of the sudden. Well I have no problem finding my own places to fish I couldn't resist the urge to follow in Ger's footsteps.
Here are the photos that Ger sent me. I call them magic healing photos.
Before leaving home I gave Trouticus a kiss goodbye. Trouticus is the 20 inch Brown Trout I caught on the Willow River last August. I just picked up the mount last week from Scott Miller Taxidermy in Prescott WI and I couldn't be more pleased with it.
Upon arrival at the river it didn't take me long at all to pick up Ger's trail. I am a self trained tracker as well as an intuitive. I notice things that are out of place and out of the ordinary. I could tell by the shape of these prints that they were indeed human. After measuring the size of each track and the distance between them I was 20% certain that these tracks were made by my friend.
I noticed sheets of ice in the branches of this tree well above the waters surface. At first I was befuddled by this but I have always been amazed at how well I can figure things out when I use my brain to think about them. I theorize that at one point the branches were weighted down enough by heavy snow so that they dipped into the river and collected ice. After the snow fell off the branches they rose above the stream taking the sheets of ice with them.
This is called, "Shelf Ice". I will talk about it more later in the program.
Worry. Why do I let myself worry. It wasn't long before I caught this 15 inch beauty by casting my Conehead Wooly Bugger onto and ice shelf and dragging it off letting in sink into the depths. It never had a chance to hit the bottom before she scooped it up into her jaws.
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