Driving south on 494 on a Friday afternoon--Mother's Day weekend and Fishing Opener, I remember (years ago) being part of the group heading north for the annual event of landing a walleye at the stroke of midnight anchored at the edge of sandy bottom drop off on a lake near Nevis. We always had our limits and a fish fry for lunch as we shared our fishing stories.
Now with two grown sons out of the house and one still living at home, I just pack my waders, fly rod and reel, and flies and head to a fishing stream and cast for a brookie or brown. Still a novice at fly fishing and the challenge of retrieving my fly caught on budding shrubs along the river's edge, patience and determination pay off with a brookie hooked at the end of the line
Change of Pace
The journey from Hawaii to Minnesota has evolved from spin casting for walleyes and bass to a passion of fly fishing in the rivers and streams in the Midwest. As a novice at fly fishing, I became a member of Fly Fishing Women of Minnesota and attend meetings/seminars of various fly fishing and conservation groups to network and be mentored on this shared experience enjoyed by so many.
December 8, 2009 at 9:00PM
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