Hot Water Trout
I don’t know how Natch does it. Manager at a large firm. Teenage boys. Four properties to keep up. Air gun collector and re-builder. And he still finds time to steal away to a trout stream. He made the most of the holiday weekend by driving up to the Sturgeon River near Vanderbilt and fishing a stretch in “The Valley.” The water was high and clear and the sun was out. Not such great conditions for fishing. He caught a couple small ones and that could be expected, but coaxing a big one out from under the bank is another matter.
He said if I use the photos in a post go ahead and get creative with the writing so here goes:
“When Natch saw how big the fish was he lost his nerve and handed me the pole. I was able to unsnap the net from his lanyard before he ran off, but must admit, I had a real battle to drag this in. His five-foot spinning rod and four pound test line required the kind of finesse you can only get from a half-century of catching lunker brown trout… so I was equipped mentally, even though my body has taken a beating from years of sitting at a desk job.”
Okay, okay. I wasn’t there. I just wished I was.
Fichigan 