As I sit here in my study beginning to write my last blog post of 2016 the winter winds are howling and my aging Jack Russell Terrier is laying a few feet away from me drifting in and out of consciousness.
Tomorrow at this time I will be standing knee deep in the waters a southern Minnesota stream filling my creel with trout caught on a fly. While the catch and keep season doesn't officially begin until April 16th, the creel I am referring to is my heart. Catching a trout on a fly fills my heart with gladness, takes away all my sadness, and eases my troubles that's what is does.
But this post is not one of looking forward it is one of looking back. 2016 saw my blog rise from the 3,764th best fly fishing blog in the world to becoming 2,457th on the list. I managed this leap by only documenting a little less than half of my outings.
Not every outing is deserving of a write up you see. And there are times when the outing was so deserving of being documented this writer in all his narcissistic self pity didn't feel he could do it justice by writing about it. Most of the time I just didn't have the time or decided to spend the time that I would have been writing about fishing actually going fishing again. I guess you can say I lead a reckless life.
That's what fame will do to a guy. I didn't expect to become officially famous until 2019 but with excellence comes fame and I never put a brake on achieving supreme excellence and utter domination of the fly fishing world.
There were many instances over the course of the year where I posted a few pictures that I took to Facebook but they never made it into a blog post.
This photo I took of Foxy standing on an ice shelf is one of them.
Here Toby fishes a nice pool.
I did a lot of exploring in 2016 looking for big brook trout. I didn't catch one on this particular evening but I always liked this photo.
Fly-Fishing for Trout in Southeastern Minnesota and in it he mentioned that there was rumored to be a population of Brown Trout in the Credit River. I took it upon myself to do some investigating. Pretty place.
A little riffle in Hansen Park close to where I live. I caught some micro sunfish here.
A Smallmouth on one of my homemade poppers.
I don't know why I never got around to writing a blog post about my 22.5 inch Brown I caught mousing. I had first spotted her in the daylight a day or two before but couldn't get her to bite then. When I had her on the line it was like flying a kite in a hurricane.
Close to the confluence with the Mississippi.
Mark and I made it out fishing again.
What a special place.
Cool snake I found on the road.
I also caught a few Sturgeon in late November/early December.