Weather: 101
degrees, hazy
Stream:
Clear
Hatch:
Minimal
Beer: The
Dancing Man
Global Warming is messing up one of
my favorite activities. This extended heat streak has kept the trout deep and
spooky. Bass and suckers have swum up from the St. Croix to the Kinnickinnic’s
cool spring fed waters. It’s hot for everyone but I finished an online course
today and I wasn’t going to let 101 degrees prevent me from fishing.
I switched between throwing worms on
my spinning rod and a hopper on my fly rod. The hot tip out of the Bois Brule
River called for casting hoppers off the stream bank. Sounded good to me but on
the stream the trout were uninterested. Wormin’ produced two trout at my first
spot but the river went quiet after; no bites and no rises.
With
weather this hot a refreshing dip is always a great idea. After fishing I stopped
at a great pool to find salvation. 67 degree water is really, really cold in
such a good way. All the sweat, grime and ticks washed off me as I dived into
the depths. Its magical water that flows through the Kinnie and it’s only found
in a few places I know.
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