Kinnickinnic River 3/29/14

After failing to catch a trout on unfamiliar water in Northwest Wisconsin on Friday I decided that a good remedy would be to retreat to the waters of the Kinnickinnic River near River Falls Wisconsin.

Go and take a walk down mainstreet of the the town you grew up in and tell me how you feel.  That's pretty much the feeling of comfort and joy I get when I walk the banks of the Kinni.  With the knowledge that getting an early start would greatly increase our chance of success I instructed young Nick to be at my place at 6:00am.

We arrived at the parking lot on FF just as the sun was peaking over the horizon.  By the looks on our faces I could tell that we were ready for this moment as if we had been preparing for it our entire lives.

Half the fun of accessing the Kinni from the FF access point is the walk to the river.  It seems like a mile but it probably measures out at a little less.  

 A sign marks the trail.

 Another sign reminds you that this trail is a, "Foot Trail Only".

 I was so happy that we started our walk while the crust on the snow was still frozen enough to support our weights.  We only broke through a couple of times over the entire trail.  I'm sure this walk would be a nightmare later in the day once the snow softened up.

 Shadows.

 Dear Sun, You are my friend as well as my enemy.  You light the way but later in the day you will cause the rivers to chill with the water from freshly melted snow.

 The trail is long but Nick and I are tough.

 These signs are known as "Warning Signs".  It is always good to pay attention to things like "Warning Signs".

I still get excited every time I venture into the canyon.  

KINNI CANYON

Kinni Canyon Place of Wonder

Can't figure out what kind of spell I'm under

You are my favorite river

Please deliver

Fish to my hook as well as my creel

Oh Kinni Canyon how you keep it so real

The next fourteen photos depict the descent as well as the early morning arrival on the banks of the Kinni.  

Upon making it to the river Nick and I wasted no time in getting our fish on.  "Getting our fish on" is urban slang for "Starting to fish".  I have lived in the big city for way too long at this point.

Here is a photo of the first fish of the day.  Nick caught it on, you guessed it, an Olive Wooly Bugger.  We have started calling it an, "Olive" for short.

I decided to try my hand at video production.  Here is a super short video I made.

Nick and I would continue walking downriver.  Nick would go on to catch 14 more browns fishing olive and black wooly buggers on the down and across swing.  My day was spent implementing and all or nothing approach gunning to catch the biggest trout in the river.  I would end up failing miserably but still managed to enjoy my time.

 At one point I noticed this dead crow laying smack dab in the middle of the trail.  Not all warning signs are in the form of words printed on metal and a dead crow on the trail is definitely a bad omen.

 I remembered a nursery rhyme from my youth which would lead me to turn this bad omen into a good one.

LITTLE DEAD CROW

Little dead crow sitting on the trail

Epic Fail

Little dead crow perched in a tree

Really good sign for you and for me

White snow generally blankets the Upper Midwest for what seems like 6 months out of the year but it is definitely not the only white you will find.  The Kinni Canyon alone boasts large numbers of Whitetail Deer, White Pine and White Oak as you can see in the photograph below.  

If you look closely you can see that life is already starting to emerge in the canyon.

 I generally don't take too many selfies but this one really shows how good looking I am.

As the first kayaker of the day passed I told him that, "I always take photos of the kayakers", I paused briefly and added, "So I can show my friends who ruined my day!".  I hope he knew I was joking but in truth I only like kayakers when I am the one in the kayak.  It was also good that the fish had completely turned off at that point due to the melted snow cooling the river.

Oh yes the weeping wall is one of the many beautious sights on the Kinni.  It shines brightly in both the summer and the winter time.

 Remembering back to the dead crow on the trail signaling a bad omen I should have known that the day would come to a close running into my cousin Chris.  We had a short conversation about the Steelheading adventures we'll be sharing in the near future.

 I have nothing against people who use worms to fish for trout but one thing I seriously can't stand is those who litter.  I picked this garbage up and disposed of it properly.

Instead on walking back upriver to the car we traveled down the County Road F bridge and and walked the road back to the FF access point parking lot.  We were pretty beat by the end of the day.

The End

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