People ask me how I can fish 160-180 days a year. I am on 121 days so far. Sometimes I don't get any fish for hours or days. I don't fish just to fish...I enjoy the outdoors and nature. Being fishing means that I am outdoors and not thinking about the stock market or my bills. I am just fishing and relaxing. I love to wade in the river and feel the power of the current telling me that I better watch what I'm doing. The repetitive casting is relaxing and my mind wanders...what little of it that is left..!
The picture is the view upstream of where I was fishing. That dam is home to between 16,000 to 20,000 bats who hibernate inside the spillway of the dam. One brown bat can eat 3,000 mosquitoes in a single night. I put up a bat house in my back yard just in case a few want to roost there. I have a neat newspaper clipping on the bats at Manistee Dam that I'll show you when you visit.
I noticed a very good fisherman as I waded along. I tried to get a picture of this intent fisherman.
This is a Blue Heron. Sorry, it was a close as I could get.
I was sorry that I forgot to bring a few Walmart bags to pick up trash. I usually remember. Salmon season is bad for the river. I try to take out trash several times a week. That is my river, I live here and fish here so I can take care of the beautiful river. I do not say anything to the fisherman, I just pick things up. My random act of kindness. My daughter taught me to do random acts of kindness every day....or at least when I think of it.
I talked to 2 fishermen on the river before I left. They wanted to get a little 'beta' on what was happening. i gladly shared some of my observations from the last few days. As I climbed Cardiac Hill, I paused to look back down at the river. There were several more fishermen.
As I reached the parking lot, I noticed it was full of cars, at least 15. The guy next to me had his teenage son and said he wanted him to get one on. He asked what I was using and I gave him a bottle of fresh egg sacs that I tied up this morning. Hopefully the boy will have a great day with his dad on the river, trying for a 'big one'.
As I pulled into my drive I noticed a squirrel on my bird feeder. You know, that squirrel-proof feeder I bought. Well, that is a story for another day.