Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Driving into work this morning I say a billboard advertising a college. The sign read, "All adventures begin away from home."  I have been on adventures throughout my life, and almost all of mine begin at home.
The intent of my blog was to be detailed notes along with personal thoughts of my adventures across the Midwest while fishing.  I still have that intention.
Every fishing adventure begins at home for the fly fisherman.  No matter if you are heading to a local smallmouth bass water for an overnight camping trip or a long weekend trip to the driftless area for trout, all trips begin and end at home.  Depending on how long a trip is and what species will be targeted depends on when the pre trip adventure begins.  My last trip to Southeast Wisconsin for Salmon involved two months of preplanning.  The two months prior to leaving on the trip involved countless hours of fly tying, going over leaders and tippets, cleaning rods and reels, and getting the warm clothes together. 
The time on the bench is a great adventure that begins at home and could end on a body of water caught in the corner of a fishes mouth.  Time at the bench is an adventure whether or not the fly ever hits the water.  Each thread wrap continues to build a hook, thread, and material into a finished fly that is edible for a fish.  
Now the adventures I have mentioned are a few that I have not been able to go on and enjoy as much as I would like.  I am currently on a life adventure that began at home and who knows where it will end.  Fatherhood has taken over my life in a great way.  It has been a great adventure so far and I look forward to juggling the adventure of fatherhood with all my other adventures.

Friday, November 4, 2011

If Only...

If only this was my view while standing knee deep in running water instead of half way up the steps to my office.  I am going to try and get out this weekend and get a line wet.  I will not have enough time for an over the border trip so I will be limited to either swinging flies for smallies or chucking big nasty flies for toothy critters.  Which ever it is, I will be enjoying a view similar to the one above, but this time I will be knee deep in water, with a fly rod in one hand and a tobacco pipe in the other.  It is hard not to love fall when you love being outdoors...

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Buzz Clears at the Root

The alarm came and went on the Monday morning, the day after our night of booze.  We got on the water as quick as possible.  We knew that a weekday wouldn't draw the kind of crowd we just put up with the past two days and had a good feeling about the day in general.  The air was brisk with the sun slowly working its way over the treeline.  We worked our way to the same spots we worked the past few days.
It could have been the late start or the fact that we had a little more action than normal, but the morning seemed to go by pretty fast.
ET was the big winner of the morning hooking up and landing three salmon, one being a coho with spawn colors starting to come in.  His fish couldn't resist his pink streamer that resembled a popsicle fly but with a little less material.  It was a gorgeous fish and a great catch.

Tom was real proud of this catch and was the big fish of the weekend so far.  I think it came in at about 15lbs. but that is just a guess.  Another great catch for Tom and it looked like he was going to run away with the total on the weekend.  The Big Easy was not on the board yet with his first of the trip.

Finally, I see some slack in my line and set the hook. I feel weight pulling on the other end of my line.  This was weight that I have never felt on the other end of a fly rod before.  I quickly inform ET to make his way back toward me because I will need some help netting this fish.  The Big Easy gave his net to ET since mine was up on shore. This fish fought hard and long. I brought it close a few times and could see the white bugger clearly in his mouth.  After one more run that had the fish about 40 yards downstream, I was able to gain control of the fish again.  ET goes to put the net on the fish and all of a sudden SNAP!
My heart sank for a moment.  Here was the fish of my lifetime, caught on a fly that I tied myself and the line snaps.  ET lifts the net and there is a huge king salmon in it with the hook still in its mouth attached to the line.  It hits me, the line didn't snap, my fly rod did.  Never mind that right now, the fish of my lifetime is in the net.  We start walking to shore to get a few pictures and weight of the beast.  About four feet from shore, the fish is back in the water.  The fish ripped through the net, but luckily it barely had energy to swim away. 
The 17lb. female that destroyed my fly rod and the Big Easy's net.  The fish measured out at 34.5 inches and was my biggest fish.  After collecting my thoughts and few apologies to the BE, I rigged up my other rod and went back to work.  ET was able to hook up with three for the morning with me ending up with two including the monster.  A much needed rest was in order. 
That midday nap was just what the doctor ordered, and even though the three of us could have laid there all afternoon, our workday was not over.  We beat the after work rush and started with the main pool we have been working.  This is where the numbers get all bundled up so I will not be going into much detail about the next series of fish caught.  Just note that the next 36 hours of fishing was epic for me.  I was able to pick up six more salmon that night and six salmon the next morning to bring my total to 17 fish on the entire weekend.  The three of us were able to bring 31 fish to net (well until my net broke also) or hand. The Big Easy landed both his first king and coho on a fly rod.
The Big Easy getting in the action.
I still can not believe that three guys hooked and landed 31 fish when five guys had a total of three fish the year before.  As for that 17lber I caught that morning, I topped that with this 19lber.
This beast was 19lbs., 37.5 inches, and did not break my pole, although it did rip my net.  All in all this was a fantastic trip with two great friends.  We were missing a few guys from the party, but with numbers like this, we did not miss many fish.  I can only hope for numbers like this again in the future.

Here are a couple of more pictures of fish from the trip.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Lost and Found Logo

Check out the logo. My wonderful girlfriend did an amazing job creating this on adobe illustrator. Let me know what you think.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

If the Root Got You Here, Why Change it Up?

The next morning came quickly.  After some great breakfast tacos, the three of us were on our way to the truck.  Knowing how many fish were moving up the river system the day before really kept us motivated.  As we stepped out of the car in the brisk morning air, we could hear fish thrashing and trying to work their way upstream.
Unlike last year, we removed our waders into a heated garage the night before so sliding them on was almost welcoming.  We worked our way down the rocks and slowly walked into the water.  With no sunlight to help guide our way, we made sure to be EXTRA careful.  Nothing like taking a spill in cold water with temperatures in the 40s.  The water was a little higher today than yesterday which could mean fresh fish moving up.  I hoped for excellent conditions and it seemed that today was going to be a great day on the water.
I started my morning drifting a purple esl through some riffles that opened up into a deep eddy.  I was working the top of the riffles while ET worked the bottom along with the eddy itself.  The Big Easy walked downstream to cross the river.  He was working the middle of the pool on the other side of the river.  At about 8:00am I switched to a white wholly bugger that I tied.  I noticed that there was a few smaller fish in the riffles. After a few casts with the bugger, I finally got a legal strike. A quick hookset and decent little fight which contained a few jumps, and this little guy was in the net.
It was a nice way to get on the board early.  I already caught more salmon this trip than last year and was feeling pretty good. It wasn't long until ET was on the board which we were unable to get a picture of. His was a decent little coho that ran him up and down the pool.
For such a promising morning, it was actually pretty slow catching wise.  We took our normal 11:00am break for lunch and for some football before the afternoon action. After a Detroit Lions lose (which was awesome) we were headed back out.  The river had a decent crowd for a Sunday afternoon. We were able to work a little downstream from where we fished that morning. I decided to throw an egg pattern that I tied.  It was probably 30 to 40 minutes before I got my first hookup.  I am not a seasoned vet when it comes to salmon fishing, but this fight was a little different.  As this fish opened its mouth and flared its jaws, I could tell it was different.  I was hoping for a steelhead since I have never caught one before.  The fish did a back flip and my body tensed up.  I thought for sure I was fighting a steelie and I did everything in my power to contain my excitement.  After a great net job of ET, I posed for the picture to send it to our personal fish guru.
I was told later that night it was a coho which was still excellent news since this was my first either way. ET worked his magic that afternoon and hooked this beast.
The Big Easy was skunked again and was starting to turn a little salty.  ET and I were tied at three at the end of the second day.  With the Bears on Sunday night, we decided to make this our "drunk" night.  We'll go back, make baked mosticholli, and drink.  Stopped and got more beer for the night and head back to base.  After team effort on the meal, we feasted, drank beers, and passed out happy men.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

To Move Ahead One Must Start at the Root

This past weekend, two friends (ET and the Big Easy) and I traveled to the land of cheese in pursuit of the migratory fishes of Lake Michigan. Our home base was Racine, WI. Last year we made the same trip and although it was a great time, the lack of catching took its toll on our mindset going into this year.
I have been preparing myself for anything going into this trip. I spent time tying flies, researching online, watching flows, weather, and reports from up and down the Wisconsin lakefront.  I had a good idea of what to expect, at least I thought I did, but nothing could have prepared me for what took place.
Out of the three of us, ET had the most success in previous years catching close to ten total salmon. The Big Easy never caught a salmon before, and I have been lucky enough with only one. We set out leaving the suburbs on Friday night, making a quick stop for groceries, and then off to get settled in before our first morning on the water.
After a 5:45 a.m. wake up and a few breakfast tacos (probably the best pregame breakfast ever) we were on our way to the Root River. With a speedy seven minute drive, quick overview of the situation, we parked and suited up. Before we knew it the three of us were drifting flies through some swift current breaks.
The river at this time was pretty crowded which is what we figured. The water was a little low and clear making us a little nervous, but at least we could see there were fish working upstream. The morning was quiet and after watching about ten fish snagged in the dorsal fin, dragged up to shore, and thrown on the stringer, we decided to check out some other familiar stretches of the river.
The first stretch we came across had the same type of fishing as our first so we walked the river looking to find good water that wasn't being disturbed by the snagging fisherman. With nothing going on and the sun up above the trees, we decided to break for lunch. It seemed that even though we hadn't caught anything yet, the mood in the group was still upbeat since we saw fish in the river system moving upstream.
After a few hours off the water to eat, relax, and collect ourselves, we headed back for the afternoon bite. We were hoping to beat the rush and get closer to the run where most of the fish were being snagged. By this time we all switched to a new fly pattern. ET and I were throwing esls, while the Big Easy was throwing bunny leeches. Unfortunately, there was a guy in a Minnesota Vikings stocking hat that was fishing right in the spot we were hoping to get and a guy and his kid snagging fish in the run we fished in that morning. All of a sudden the Vikings fan got on the phone and headed up the bank toward the cars. ET and I slowly slid down to where he was and started getting our drift on. The Big Easy had gone downstream and was slowly working his way back up toward us by now. The guy across from us and his kid were clearly snagging fish and keeping them. His kid even snagged a fish in the tail and ran through our pool to try to land it. 
Now this was where the first day got exciting.  The Vikings fan came back and I asked if he wanted his spot back. He replied with, "No thanks, I'm done fishing,” to which I responded, "Yea, it's hard to actually fish in an area like this with guys letting snagged fish thrash through your pool then chase after it." The guy looked at me and said, "Don't worry, he'll be gone in thirty seconds." I thought he had called the DNR which I had done earlier in the day on a different stretch of river. All of a sudden another guy appeared and asked the snagger to grab all his gear and fish and head over toward his side of the river. The guy refused until the Vikings fan pulled out his DNR badge and told the guy again. The guy, his kid, and his snagged catch were escorted to the top of the bank by two DNR officers. The spot filled up with fish soon after and it was up to us three to finally get into some fish.
Finally, ET hooked into a fish legally and did a great job fighting it into the shallow slack water for an easy net job. First fish was on the board. 

Soon after his fish swam off on his own (his was a male fish since it had a kyped jaw), I got into the action with a fish hooked clearly in the mouth. ET was there for an outstanding net job and I was finally on the board with my first of the trip (second salmon ever).

Unfortunately, the three of us lost more fish than we landed that first day, and the Big Easy did not land his first, but we still had two and a half days of fishing ahead of us.
We headed back with some hope that this trip would be better than the last. With already two fish brought to net and still a lot of time on the water, we were looking forward to the following day. We had a good dinner of burgers and dogs on the grill, a few beers, and decided that we should try to get to that same spot early the next morning. We passed out with a positive outlook of the next day.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Quick Report

Just a quick preview of day one.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Been Busy

 This is what I got tied up so far. I'm about 10 flies away from having the total number that I wanted. My goal was to tie 6 of each combination of flies. I have six purple and pink showgirls, pink, chartruese, and purple steelhead hammers. I need to tie up five more black and orange and four white and red show girls and I'll be pretty much set. I have a few miscellaneous flies I'd like to tie up but they aren't important.
This will probably be my last post before the trip up north. Leaving Friday night and staying in Racine, WI to chase kings, chrome, and cohos. A few buddies fishing, smoking cigars, and drinking till Tuesday morning. Hopefully this rain coming will get a fresh push of fish. Wish me luck and hopefully I can tie into a few beasts on my own flies.

Easy Canvas Prints

Just got the above pictured printed to canvas and it looks amazing. By following this link you are just a few clicks away from having any picture of  your choice printed onto canvas. The above picture will be hanging in my man cave right next to all my other fishing pictures. They have a special right now if you like them on Facebook you'll get 50% off your next order along with free shipping. Facebook page can be found here Hurry while this deal lasts and have one of  your favorite memories printed on canvas.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Material Arrived Today

Not pictured: hooks, thread, tinsel, and floss wrap

Material was waiting for me today when I got home from work. Took a little longer then expected, but I'm not complaining. The material I order is primarily going to be used to tie up steelhead hammers and showgirls. With time restraints tonight, I was only able to get a few of these bad boys tied up. I'll probably pick up some more blood quill marabou for the showgirls, but this is what I got tied up so far, let me know what you think.

Annual trip up north to chase chrome, brown, and salmon is just around the corner. Can't wait to try and hook into something on a home tied fly.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Steelhead Hammer Fly

The fly above is called a Steelhead Hammer and can be found on Orivs' website here:

I just purchased material to tie a variation of this fly in purple, hot pink, and chartruese. I hope to get the material by Monday or Tuesday of next week so I can get these tied up before my trip up north in the middle of October. That will give me this weekend to try and get the weighted buggers all tied up along with the egg patterns.
Going to be a busy weekend but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Indiana Trib - Little Cal

So my goal was to be on the Little Cal river this morning in Indiana before sunrise. Well I hit snooze a few too many times and was on the road about 30 minutes later then I had wanted too. No big deal, at least I woke up and got on the road in the first place.
After a quick stop for food and coffee, I was on my way 57 miles from home in search of salmon. The ride went pretty smooth and didn't take as long as I had expected. Even with my 30 minute snooze session, I was still on the water about 20 minutes after sunrise and on a cloudy, rainy today like today, it didn't seem to matter.
I walked the trail down to the river and passed a few people fishing the easy access points from land. It seemed most were throwing hardware which has been working on this river as of late and I was going to be throwing flies as usual.
I walked down the trail looking for a good spot to get the boots wet and start drifting the white streamers I had tied a few weeks ago. I was excited to see how heavy this fly would be in the water with the tungsten bead head. I probably traveled about 300 yards on the trail around the river until I realized I was way off the mark that was given to me by a friend. I decided to figure out where I was on my iPhone maps app and start over. As I was walking back to my car I was asked by a fellow fly fisherman if I've had any luck yet. We talked a little bit and he offered to show me a few holes that he does well with during the winter time for steelhead (which has been noted down in a few spot so I don't forget).
He started drifting spawn about 40 yards upstream from me while I was throwing the white bugger with one of my green egg sacs trailing behind it. Let me just note that the bugger sinks and sinks quick. The hole I was fishing was at least 10 feet deep and I had to retie a longer leader since my fly was sinking so quickly. I fished this run and a few others as I headed back to my car. I had one hookup, but came off quickly. I'm sure it was snagged or was a snag all together. It's hard to feel hits when your fly line is angled straight down into a hole.
I feel bad for not ever saying goodbye to the gentleman that helped me out. I know its hard to meet people on the water willing to converse and help another fisherman out during the salmon season. It seems everyone is usually out for themselves and when they do something stupid, they don't speak English anymore.
I stopped at Bass Pro on my way home to get some quick essentials for the annual salmon trip to SE Wisconsin coming up in a few weeks. It was nice to get outside, get lost making my own path, and getting a line wet. Even though I didn't didn't catch any fish, I did see a few making their way upstream. It was raining on and off when I left and  the temperature seemed to be dropping. This is a nice stretch that I'll be back on soon. All in all, it was a good morning on the Cal.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Car is loaded up...

For a quick trip over the border tomorrow to fish for some Indiana tunas on the fly rod. Goal is to be on the water by sunrise and back home ready to watch football all day at noon. Stay tuned for a full write up on this quick trip sometime tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Fall Season Fly Patterns

Weighted Streamers

Egg Patterns

Well as promised in my post earlier this morning, you'll find a few of the fly patterns I've been working on for the upcoming salmon/trout season. The weighted streamers are just white wholly buggers tied on size 2 hooks with tungsten bead heads giving them some serious weight. I plan on tying these in black and olive as well and go down as small as size 6 hook.
The egg patterns are all tied on size 8 curved hooks. All egg patterns are tied with McFly Foam or Flat Diamond Braid. The egg patterns will mostly be tossed for brown trout and steelhead later in the fall season, but it's never too late to get ahead of the game and you can never have too many flies.
Hopefully I can get out sometime this weekend and try some of these streamers.
Good luck and tight lines.

Lost and Found Fly Tying

I haven't been hitting the water lately, but I have been busy at the tying bench honing my skills while tying up some flies for the next few seasons. Pictured above is the world famous Hangtime created by The Afton Angler (Brad Bohen). This is the same fly that Brad showed a small group of anglers to tie last December which you can read about here As you can see from my first attempt to now, my skills have increased. I've also been working on new egg patterns and weighted streamers for Salmon and Steelhead. I'm finally planning on taking advantage of the waters to the North and East.
The streamers pictured above are the big nasty streamers for pike and muskie. With fall in the air and the temperatures cooling off, both species will be getting their feed on in the local rivers. I'm hoping to hookup with one of these fish this coming fall or spring.
I'll add pictures later today of the eggs and weighted buggers I've been tying. My second goal (first goal listed in my last post) is to post at least once a week. I've slacked in posting since starting this blog. I thought if I had somewhere to write about my adventures, it would automatically get me outdoors more. Well unfortunately the blog doesn't add more time in the day. All because I'm not outdoors as often as I would like doesn't mean I'm not tying flies, reading, or researching about the great outdoors. I still promise to get out as much as possible and post about those outings and I hope you continue to enjoy.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Salt Creek Pike Search

Well as was mentioned in my last blog, I was going to be getting out Thursday morning to swing some big nasty streamers for some toothy critters. With Salt Creek basically in our backyard and knowledge that this polluted body of water holds both pike and walleye, we decided to try our luck. Nate and I met at the creek at 6am and quickly started getting our stuff together. Waders buckled, flies tied on our rods, and it was time to hit the water. We both were throwing flies that I personally tied. Its a streamer known as a Hangtime that the Afton Angler himself taught me how to tie last December. Each one I tie continues to get better and I was really looking forward to hitting my first pike on the fly with a home tied fly.
We surveyed the water to get an idea of what spots would be our best chance. We both waded out to a nice rocky inlet so we could hit an eddy with some down branches in it. Each of us worked different ends of the eddy but only had a few less flies in our box to show for it. We worked from the dam to about 200 yards downstream with nothing except snags and snapped lines.
The air temperature the past few days were a little on the high side which could have caused the fish to move to deeper water. I know I'll be trying over this stretch again once we have our Midwest Fall season.

I know I haven't been fishing much lately, but the thread has been working often, tying up big nasty streamers, weighted buggers, and egg patterns, getting ready for this upcoming fall season. I'll add a few pictures of the flies I've been working on. I'm really striving to hit that end of the year, no more buying flies to fish with anymore goal. Wish me luck...

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Fishing with Friends

I would think 98% of the people that fish have someone that they just can't pass up hitting the water with. I am part of that 98% group and tomorrow morning I get to fish with my longtime buddy and fishing partner Nate. Nate is in town doing electroshock work on some neighboring water and actually has some time in the morning to get a line wet. He sent me a text today saying he would be on the water from sunrise til about 10 am and I instantly requested the day off to get some fishing in.
It is a rare occurrence having him in town especially with some time to fish. This will be our 3rd time in the past week chucking flies at whatever is biting. I cherish the times him and I can get on the water together. It brings me back to when we were kids and would ride our bikes to a local lake for some sick crappie fishing.
I'll be back again with a few fishing adventures that I've been on the past few weeks. I've also hit the tying bench pretty hard lately really honing in on my skills and thread work. My goal is to only fish flies that I've tied myself by the end of this year.
Remember to enjoy all your time spent in the outdoors and never take it for may never know how long it will be before you can enjoy them again.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Spring is Just Around the Corner

Hello everyone. It's been a while since I've been online, but I'm finally settled in my new home and most importantly, hooked back up to the internet. It's been just under a month since I wrote and the weather is dramatically different from my last post. The snow around the Chicagoland is just about melted away after a record setting month of February and that means the water levels are up. I can't wait to hit up some local waters with some big nasty flies for post spawn pike and muskie in the next month or so. First order of business now that the boxes are all unpacked and the girlfriend is finally happy with how everything looks will to get back behind the vise and start tying some flies again. I would also like to finish Fool's Paradise by John Gierach which I was enjoying before life got put on hold for a little bit. I'm surprised and in shock by the amount of traffic this blog is getting lately. It's an honor to have someone show interest in just an average Joe's writings. Hopefully by the end of the weekend I'll have some flies to talk about and maybe even a quick local trip if the weather permits. Until next time...

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Quick Lost and Found Update

Hello everyone. Just wanted to let everyone know I am alive and will be getting back to my blog as soon as I'm settled in my new home. My girlfriend and I are moving into a house we are renting this weekend so needless to say my past few weeks have been spent packing. Once settled in, I'll be going back to the writing board. Stay warm Chicago.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Lost and Found in 2011

A few websites that I frequent have asked its members to list their goals for the 2011 year. The majority of the members discussed the amount of fish they would love to catch or a certain size of fish. I think goals in general are a great way to stay motivated, along with keeping yourself on target throughout a period of time.  For me though my goals are a little different. I don't like the idea of limiting my goals to concentrate on catching 20 plus muskie in a given season or catching that 10lb bass out of Illinois waters. There is nothing wrong with these goals, I know I'd love to accomplish either of them. I like to think of yearly goals as something that can be achieved, but could possible take the entire year to accomplish.

I have spent the past week or so really thinking about what I would like to accomplish in the new year. I have really taken an interest in fly tying, even more so than before. I've been tying on a regular basis, and this has allowed me to concentrate on technique along with understanding the material. I'm still working on large muskie flies since they are large enough to practice on and will continue to work my way down in size to more complicated flies. My goal regarding fly tying would be to tie at least once a week all year even if it's only one fly. With all the flies I have tied up, I'll need some place to fish them.

With 12 months out of the year and with bodies of water in my area I have never fished, I would like to fish two different bodies of water a month. This could be local or a little further, but two different bodies of water a month for a total of 24 different bodies of water on the entire year is doable. This will allow me to fish in different situations on bodies of water that I'm not familiar with, teaching me to learn the water. I plan on strictly fly fishing on all open water this entire year since conventional fishing does not have the same feeling it used to when I was younger.

While fishing these new bodies of water, I would like to concentrate on catching a variety of fish on the fly rod. I have caught bluegill, green sunfish, largemouth and smallmouth bass, suckers, chubs, chinook salmon, and rock bass all on  the fly. A list I'm grateful to have so far in my early fly fishing career and something to work on. My goal this year is to catch 15 different species on the fly rod. Something that could be done, but may take the entire year to do.

This past season on the water, I started keeping a small notebook on me at all times. This way I could write down notes as I traveled up and down rivers describing what worked and what did not. After my trips were over, I would go back and read my on the water notes. I will continue to write notes this year, but plan on writing full reports after each time out. My future trips should benefit from keeping a descriptive journal. Along with a journal, I'll keep taking photos from my adventures. I realized that a lot of the pictures I take are just to take pictures. I look forward to really figuring out what I'm taking a picture of and learning how to concentrate on it.

We are lucky to have cold months here in the Chicagoland area. Luckily for me I have a few friends that love to get out on the hard water to ice fish. This is something I would like to prepare myself to do more of. My goal is to get a few more outfits, along with some tip-ups, miscellaneous tackle, a flasher, and an auger. I would like to help locate fish when going out in a group instead of being the guy that has to wait and see what the fuss is about. It could be relaxing to hit the pond down the street to see what night ice fishing is all about.
It's very easy to come up with goals, but to come up with goals that can keep someone motivated can be difficult. I look forward to trying my best to achieve these goals along with writing about the adventures I'll have this year. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading about them...

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Morning on the Trail

Sunday morning a friend (Big Mike) and I ventured out to Trail Creek in Michigan City, Indiana. Being the first time to explore this water for the both of us, our goals were to get acquainted with the river and what it has to offer along with drifting some flies for the first time in 2011.

We reached our first stretch of river at about 8:00 am and were both quickly ready to drift some flies minutes later. It was a gorgeous morning to be out even with the heavy lake effect snow coming down. The air temperature was about 17 degrees with a nice wind chill of about 10 degrees which seemed to have zero effect on this spring creek. I'd estimate the water temperature to be around 50 degrees.

We worked the main access points on the main branch of the river, not really spending too much time at one particular spot since Mike had to get home for work. We were both happy to be out for the first time in the new year doing the one thing we love, fly fishing.

I doubt I need to say that no fish were caught or hooked up. We now have a better understanding of the river structure and where to start fishing the next time we head out there. With the river only being a little over an hour away from me, I'll definitely be back to work this river. In the meantime, I'll continue to strengthen my techniques tying flies and reading the few books Santa got me for Christmas.

Can't wait to smell the fresh air again soon, until next time...