Adventure North

In the arid plains between the mountains is a stream that connects two reservoirs. A dream stream, The Dream Stream. We hired a guide from the Tumbling Trout in Lake George to take us there and show us the ropes. It was my first time fishing in the mountain west and I learned a ton from Tad. In September, the hopper-dropper was the hot rig. Or so we were told. The Dream Stream is by no means a secret. A hot-air balloon drifts across the landscape. I love visiting new biomes so removed from my Upper Midwest experience. We saw prong horned sheep and mule deer everywhere. It was amazing how flat and open is could be in the middle of a mountain range.  These bison got out of their pasture and were being chased by a cowboy in a Jeep. They're a lot closer to us than they look. He did get them rounded up and back with the herd in short order. The Dream Stream is really just an engineered stretch of river that starts at the Spinney Mountain Reservoir. Every bend of the stream is filled wit

Last September my father-in-law and I packed out bags full of camping gear and flew out to Colorado for a few days of fishing in the eleven-mile canyon area. I haven't spent much time in the Denver area before our Red Rocks trip earlier in the year. I was keen to explore the area just south west of the metro. Driving through the mountains on our way to Woodland Park. We turned west towards the hills at Sedalia.  Once we gained a little elevation, the road quickly narrowed and turned to gravel. The South Platte was waiting for us on the other side of the pass. What a beautiful river. Standing in the South Platte for the first time. 67 north of Woodland Park From there we turned west to Lake George where we would be camping in Eleven Mile Canyon. I booked us a spot at the first campground from the entrance. There's not a ton of flat ground but the spot is beautiful. (trailer camping is also available) The river at our campground was amazing. Eleven Mile is, by far, the most beaut

Spring was not is the air this week but it was here none the less. Minnesota's torut fishing season opend up the day before Easter signaling the official start of the saeson. Every year my father-in-law and his buddies spend the week after opener in southe east Minnesota. I try to join them when I can. I had dreams of taking the motorcycle down there this year but high winds, rain, and cold tempratures ment it would stay safley tucked in at home. We had high tempreatures in the 30s but the sun came out to visit us on Tuesday. Despite recent rain, streams were low and mostly clear.  Easter Sunday (evening) saw some fish to hand. Monday was cold and rainy, not a lot of green polking up on the river banks but the birds were in full swing. I probably spent half my time looking at the king birds instead of fishing. I caught more than one fish while distracted by birds.  Not much bug avtivity which ment the fish were hungry.   Lots of cattle on the landscape. On most farms, new-born calf

 August 2021 was a busy month in the best way. For the past five or six years Mrs. North and I have been running away to the Portland Maine area. This year was even more special because Jr. North would be joining us for the first time.  Maine is a largely out-of-doors trip and we felt confident that the fresh air would keep any viruses away. The airport and plane were another matter all together but the N95 masks stayed on and we dodged any rouge RNA that may or may not have came our way. It's impossible math at best but, in the end, more a game of chance than anything.  This year we rented a house in the Harpswells, an hour north of Portland near the town of Harpswell. If you're visiting Maine, I highly recommend this area. It's away from the big attractions like Booth Bay Harbor or the shopping district of Kennebunkport, but near enough to everything you'll want to visit (Pemiquid Point). The real beauty of the Harpswells is the abundant public trust land and their qu