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Feral Moves

Feral Tweed moved last week from Baldwin up to Black River, a tiny hamlet just south of Alpena, Michigan. He’s my main fishing buddy and that puts about four hours of driving between us. Baldwin was easy. I’d pick him up and we’d hit some of the best trout streams in lower Michigan, some minutes from his house. Or we’d camp at Leverentz Lake or Bray Creek, or remote camp on the Pine River. He lived in Baldwin for fourteen years and made the move further north to be closer to his kids, Jake and Patricia. I can understand. What saves me is knowing we can still meet up in the Pigeon River State Game Area for fishing trips and he assures me he can meet me back down in the Baldwin area too.

I worked several days with Feral fixing up the Baldwin property. Power washing, paint, deck maintenance, some plumbing, misc. stuff old guys can figure out. The little bungalow looks pretty good. If you google 660 Beech Street, Baldwin, Michigan you can see his house for sale. If you know someone that needs an up north get-away this might make sense. Lake County has the most liberal ORV laws in the state – you can drive on any roads other than M-37 or Highway 10. Incredible trout streams. Scores of fishing lakes. A five minute walk to downtown shops including Jone’s Ice Cream.

660 Beech

His new place in Black River is a fixer-upper. After working with him I am assured he can do wonders with the new place. He has a high IQ including mechanical so figuring out how to rebuild a house from the inside out will not present any difficulty. I’ll help but need to work the very long drive into the equation.

This morning I drove up to the Pine River hoping some passing thunderstorms muddied up the river. Normally I would have stopped by to pick up Feral. I caught supper in the first five minutes. A nice keeper about 17 inches. I needed Feral to catch the second trout.

Thunderstorm Trout

I woke to a thunderstorm last Sunday at 2:00AM and two things went through my mind: The weedkiller on my lawn just washed away and I should be fishing. Spin fishing at night is fraught with problems so there was zero chance of me getting up. The storm lulled me back to sleep. By 6:00 AM, my average rising time, the roads were almost dry but that didn’t stop me from googling a radar map near a trout stream thirty miles north and checking rainfall stats. Two tenths of one inch. So I packed my gear and headed north having no idea if that amount of rain would muddy up a small stream and launch a trout feeding frenzy. Here’s my trout tip of the month: No.

But I did catch a small trout and saw others in the glass-clear water. Had one large trout explode the water without getting hooked. I would have liked to catch a decent size trout for dinner but that’s the thing about trout fishing. It’s not just about the fish. Or dinner. You get immersed in the rhythm of fishing and the beauty of the surroundings and it resets your life aggravations clock back to zero.

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