Something About Trout Fishing

I grew up with a trout stream running through our rural Camp Douglas, WI, farm.  The Little Lemonweir River is where you would find me, my sister and our Grandpa Bell the first weekend in May when trout season opened.  We would then fish that river many times after chores on the weekends and have so much fun doing that.

Funny how once I got married and we built our log home, there was a trout stream just below our house.  I kind of think that it was meant to be.  I caught a really nice 22 inch trout out of that Pine River shortly after we bought our land and started fishing there and now that our boys are bigger and sharing our passion for fishing, too, we take them there hoping for a big trout.

Today we headed down to the Pine River with Grandpa Dan hoping to catch some trout.  We walked along the river, looking for fishing holes that were a little deeper and we found some nice spots.  While the boys caught little chubs and shiners, giggles and yells of "Whoa!  I've got a big one!" were heard by all of us and just made us smile.  They may not have been the biggest fish in the world, but to the boys, they were catching something and that's all that mattered.

I was able to steal away from the rest of the group for just awhile and sit on the bank watching my line in the river and take in all the sights and sounds around me.  The water flowing so fast and running over the rocks was such a peaceful sound.  It was calming listening to that along with the birds chirping.  The sun was shining and it was just the perfect day to be trout fishing.  After a crazy busy week, this day of trout fishing was exactly what I needed to recharge and get me through the next couple weeks of school before we're done for summer vacation.  There's just something about trout fishing that I absolutely love and I'm so glad that this childhood love is still one that I'm able to do with my own boys.