Last Best Streams: 1545.

Halfway to the North Pole, and I could use a diversion.  Couple miles off the highway is one of the Last Best Streams, through a derelict Northwoods lumber town, down a gravel road. 

Some of these streams I’m able to find a fair bit of information on beforehand.  Others are mostly blank pages, a couple sentences in a spreadsheet reading very little visible development or anadromous fish stream- informative, but not necessarily descriptive.  This one I can hear from the side of the road, tannin-stained water crashing around granitic boulders four billion years old, all along its course to Lake Michigan. 

The water is chilly this morning and I don’t know what to fish; I throw on a bushy dry and a wild brook trout abides.  I catch a nice brown, admire it, thinking it must be about as big as browns get in a stream this size, halfway to the North Pole. 

I cast upstream, into a seam coming off the tail of a spit of sand along the bank.  A bigger, broader brown lifts off the stream bottom, inhaling the fly.  My line comes alive for a second, and then nothing.

Months later, it still hurts.





2 responses to “Last Best Streams: 1545.”

  1. Dan Rodricks Avatar

    Obie — where are you?

    1. Obie. Avatar

      I’m based out of the midwest, in Columbia, Missouri.

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