Rush... Rush River - It's not known for slappin' da bass, and if it is, I'm sorry for misinforming you all. What I can tell you is that it rocks as a fishery!
With me being a "FIB" - I am ever so grateful of everyone that's invited me out fishing with them since I've moved up here to Minnesota. There's truly some really awesome people up here, especially within the fly fishing community.
On this particular outing I was invited out by Jim, and his friend Ted. The morning was cold, and it got even colder with the wind.
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| Suns out. |
The area was scenic, and that kind of made you forget about the cold winds - That's BS. Those cold winds were winning the battle, and letting you know each and every breeze that it was there. The fishing was extremely slow, but I always manage to hook into rocks or fish sticks.
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| Snag City. |
Long hikes to even more scenic areas yielded no trout. Determined to hook up with trout the way that we wanted to, on a streamer, both Jim and I were stubborn to change flies. It was also way too cold to be tying knots haha.
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| Can you believe that nothing came out of the brush pile. |
Ted had been using a nymph rig all day, and I'm not quite sure the number of fish he caught, but I can certainly say that he was catching fish. That was a positive sign.
On to a new location on the Rush, and I was still tossing a streamer. I finally hooked up with 1, but shortly lost it as I was jumping in the water off the bank. Jim switched to a nymph rig, and was able to entice a decent little brown from out of a pool that should have produced more.
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| Ted showing us where all the fish are. |
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| Jim hooked up in his honey hole. |
These brown trout of the Driftless really have a particular beauty to them.
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| Butter in the net. |
A big THANKS goes out to Jim, and Ted for having me out with them on the Rush, and showing me where to grab a damn good burger on the way home!
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| The trek back with Jim and Ted's excellent adventure. |
THE RUSH.
IT ROCKS.
