12 Hours later....
Reply text from ME: I'm in.
The day was looking promising. The weather was fantastic (for winter) and we were the first ones to arrive, and had the waters to ourselves. Grant and I started out chucking streamers, and Jim went with the trusted nymph rig. This was new water for the 3 of us, and I can tell you that it had some extremely fishy runs.
Grant and I both had a handful of bumps, but couldn't get any of the fish to commit. No worries, because, here comes Jim to show us how it's done. Drifting a fly he dubbed The Pink TuTu he hooked up with a nice brown trout. No surprise to any of us. Jim is just one fishy dude.
|Jim doing what he does...catch fish.|
|Jim's Pink TuTu|
|Grant working a streamer dropper rig in one of the many nice runs.|
After some time with zero action for all of us, we took to the streets. We were on the hunt for more access points to the river through the old time feel main street in this small Southern Minnesota town.
|On the hunt for more river access.|
|Grant calling the 1-800-BEATDOWN Hotline and hitting the # symbol.|
To be continued....