25 days until the WI early catch and release season!
I don’t know about you, but Jack and I can’t wait that long.
With the middle of winter upon us it seems the last cast to the beloved trout is nothing more than a distant memory. The trout season had been closed since October first. (Please note that I said had) Being cooped up inside, bored with the incessant snow and negative numbers on the thermometer, Jack and I decided it was time to get out from behind our limited window-view of the world, and take a drive. We hopped in the truck and headed for the Namekagon River; keeping to the back roads hugging the river banks, reveling in past seasons, and contemplating with anticipation those to come. As we rounded a bend, approaching a favorite stretch of river, Jack was struck with an idea. Winter fishing! I reminded Jack that there are places where winter trout fishing is legal, but Wisconsin is not one of them. Undeterred, I could see Jack was caught up in serious thought. His rebuttal began as he explained to me his philosophy about fishing and the law. In Jack’s opinion one has the right to fish year round, no matter where one resides, or what the regulations are. He went on to explain that no government agency has the right to deprive a person of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, which he said, “Is the definition of fishing.” “Besides,” he continued, “The Declaration of Independence guaranteed us these inalienable rights so how the hell can the government step in and regulate them.” “In other words,” Jack went on, “If I can’t fish you might as well put a gun to my head and shoot me, because life just wouldn’t be worth living.” I finally gave in to Jack’s inveiglement, besides, it was making sense. (Up to this point in my life I have always been a law abiding citizen, upholding to the highest moral and ethical standards; a pillar of the community in such standing that I was invited to join AA. I probably would have had Jack been allowed to participate in the group meetings.) “Ok” I said, “But the river is frozen over in thin ice, how are we going to fish?” From here Jack unveiled his plan. We would arrive at our most productive spot, a 100 yard-long shallow riffle run, no more than knee deep and right next to the road ---- after midnight. Jack said that this should give the really big nocturnal browns time to become active, which made perfect sense to me. We would put the truck into four wheel drive and enter the river at the closest point to the road, then commence to drive up and down the river to break-up the ice. Once we had enough open water to fish we would assemble our nine foot four piece travel rods from inside the cab, were it was nice and warm, and stick a rod out each window, like an outrigger, and troll up and down the river. As the fish were caught we would simply reel them in and pitch them through the rear sliding window to the bed of the truck. It was hoped that we could fill up the bed of the truck with enough trout to last us until the early catch and release season. By now Jack had me convinced that this just might work, and after polishing off the final details to this brainstorm we set out for home.