Weather: 75
dropping to 55 degrees
Stream: Clear,
low
Hatch: Tiny mayflies
Beer: Kristallweizen
Usually,
when you tell people how good caviar tastes, their mind is just shattered,
especially in the Midwest. No red blooded Minnesotan would ever think to
harvest fish eggs to serve as an appetizer. But let me tell you, some nice sourdough
rye and crème fraîche topped with succulent orange roe and you are in business. Towards
the end of September is when the trout spawn so I needed no convincing to hit
up the Kinnie.
Before
I hiked up the canyon I had already run into three other anglers, unheard of for
me with ongoing bridge construction. It threw me off my game. Instead of taking
my time and plying runs and holes with a variety of techniques, I had to make a
straight beeline to my favorite spots. This season has spoiled me, the Kinnie
has been mine alone and I don’t know how I will manage next year.
As
I’ve noticed the last few Septembers, there is usually some sort of insect
hatch which causes aggressive trout in fall forage mode to go crazy. Nymphs and
streamers are not quite as essential and differing size trout can be hooked on
a dry fly. Nothing is quite so beautiful as to watch a fly drift with the
current only to disappear with a splash and gulp. Tonight was like that and it
was refreshing to end the season how I started. 
The
only thing about harvesting trout for caviar is it’s a 50-50 chance whether you
will bring home a female. I drew the short end of the stick but didn’t find out
till I was gutting the trout in my kitchen sink hot in anticipation for caviar.
No luck with that tonight but trout for breakfast beats the hell out of frosted
flakes. My only regret is the season ends in two days and I haven’t fished
enough this year. 
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