All this time we've lived in our new apartment, I would always go upstream to fish the more natural stretches of the Menomonee River. Keep in mind, "more natural" is a relative term, meaning, much less concrete and spray paint.
I had errands to run, which brought me near a park along the Menomonee about two miles farther downstream from where I usually fish. I parked my car, got my gear, jumped the wall, and saw fish everywhere. Suckers, salmon and pike all over among the piles of "evidence" of so many unsolved, possibly unreported crimes. Fish finding cover amongst skateboards, refrigerators, a stop sign, construction barrels, bicycles, chef's knives, chef's knives? CHEF'S KNIVES! I start casting, but it's a tough crowd. The pike are amongst the suckers, why would they chase a swimbait? I walked a ways up and down stream, amazed by the size of the fish I saw, but time was short, and after this, I knew where to find fish. This kind of water is all new to me! It reminds me of the
motorcycle chase scene from Terminator 2. The lower urban stretch is still within walking distance, I've always just been walking the wrong way, a return trip would be necessary.
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| A pair of northern pike. |
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| Click to enlarge. |
The weekend found me in the concrete canyon of the lower stretch of the Menomonee River an awful lot. I had never seen another person down there, but apparently the word is out that the autumn salmon run has begun, despite the catastrophically low water levels. Instinct can overcome low water, log jams, even miles of concrete and mounds of forensic evidence. I wasn't ready to fish, I was just there to observe, as were many others. I only saw one guy catch a fish, a beautiful female. Saturday evening while walking with my baby in the carrier, we found a sweet fossil. Weekends are always crazy for salmon fishing, I waited to wet my line until monday.
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| This guy caught her on a spawn sack. |
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| Pretty awesome trilobite fossil. |
Catching a salmon on a fly was something I've always wanted to do, so I tied some egg sucking leeches over the weekend. I waited until mid morning to hit the stream with my gear, there were salmon everywhere -- and I had the stream to myself. It wasn't long before I was hooked up with a big female. She was tired, but still had some spirit! I landed her and released her above the rapids she was struggling to get over. A male followed, also released above the rapids. The third fish fought the hardest; a nice male that ran downstream, forcing me into a thousand yard chase; the concrete bank makes for a great sidewalk. The fish eventually tired and came in.
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| One of my hand tied #6 egg sucking leeches. |
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| Fish on! |
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| Nice female |
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| Not as pretty as the female. |
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Action shot, I was just along for the
ride with this guy. |
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I love the color of
a spawning male |
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| Resusitating the fish. |
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Such a beautiful sight, seeing
him swim away, |
Three fish landed on the fly, three fish released. What a great way to start the week. I followed it up by catching and releasing three more Tuesday on spinning tackle with my baby girl, landing two of them by hand. All of them were caught on Thundersticks. One had a gold Little Cleo stuck in its tail that I took out. Wednesday, I caught and kept a 34" female. Seven fish in three days, those
accomplishments are coming along pretty nicely.
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| 34" salmon |
Achievements unlocked
- (*) Gold Hook (Catch a game fish over the minimum length requirement)
- (*) Baby Bear (Catch a member of the family: Salmonidae)
- (*) Mama Bear (Catch a member of the family: Salmonidae that measures over 30")
ITEM Pickups
- GOLDEN LITTLE CLEO
- TRILOBITE FOSSIL
All this time we've lived in our new apartment, I would always go upstream to fish the more natural stretches of the Menomonee River. Keep in mind, "more natural" is a relative term, meaning, much less concrete and spray paint.
