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About LHarris

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  • Name:
    Len Harris
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    wisconsin
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    fishing
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  1. One More Cast Photo by: Roger Abraham If any of you out there are regular readers of my tales, you have followed my recent struggles with back and knees. I can’t put a name to this drive I have to be on the stream as of late. It borders on obsession. I guess in my mind if I am healthy enough to fish the world is right with me and I am not getting old and feeble. Today I was a witness to that I am not the only one. Lots of anglers and hunters live to go out into the outdoors. . It is what drives them. It makes them feel alive. It is their passion. I told my fishing buddy Abe today my thoughts. I told him how I was feeling a little old. I guess my 60th birthday coming up next month makes me feel mortal. Abe laughed and said I was a young buck compared to him. Abe turns 76 this year. Abe told me tales about catching big trout in tiny streams in Wisconsin and out west. The twinkle in his eye when he reminisced I had seen before in many trout anglers. We fished a stretch for 2 hours. I sat down and rested often. Abe kept on fishing. He got hung up in a box elder branch and lost a lure. Abe told me box elders trees were his nemesis when he fished. He asked me which tree was my kryptonite. I told him, "ones with branches." We both had a chuckle and continued fishing. I thought to myself this guy is really driven. I hope I am like him at 76. We got to the vehicle and Abe wanted to continue fishing. Abe’s waders sprang a leak earlier and he fell in the water a couple times. He was quite wet. He wanted to change in to dry clothes before we continue. Abe peeled off his wet shirt and there were two things stuck to his chest. He could tell by my questioning look he needed to tell me what was up. Abe told me he had been having heart problems lately and he was supposed to be wearing a heart monitor. He left it in the car because he was afraid of getting the electronics wet. Here I have been whining about being old and the guy I was fishing with left his heart monitor in his vehicle. Abe reassured me that he was in no danger and he could continue fishing. I started brainstorming on a place to fish where it was not so hard walking. Now that I knew he was not as healthy as he looked I wanted an easy place to fish. I knew the place and it was upstream 5 miles. We arrived at the well manicured field. It looked like a golf green. I picked the area because the farmer kept sheep and goats on the land and the weeds and brush were gone because of the goats. We walked and fished. Abe told tales of the old days and of fish lost and landed. I walked a little forward to fish and looked back to check up on Abe. What I saw when I looked back scared me and I immediately asked Abe if he was ok. Abe was laying flat on the ground face down. I thought the worst and he could tell by my face. He told me to calm down. His back was acting up and he needed to straight it out and that was the best way to do it. We fished a little bit more and he took a photo of me. He liked the lighting. He told me it captured the essence of trout fishing. He did not have a camera. I let him use mine. He was not camera savvy and needed an impromptu lesson on how to use it. We drove to his car and we talked about our love of the outdoors. We shook hands and headed our separate ways and promised to fish again soon. As I drove home I smiled and thought about how I am going to be when I am 76. I hope I am like Abe and my eyes still twinkle when I talk of chasing trout and I am still driven to make one more cast.
  2. 4 Net Morning Went out for 2 hours this morning. It looked like rain in the forecast and I looked at my favorite water and it was a little dirty. Thought I better get out there before it was too dirty to fish. Second cast Put my LDH Net to good use. 5 minutes later. Used my LDH Net again Used my LDH Net again was happy to use my net again. At full arm stretch I could not get entire trout in photo. Not a great numbers day but made it up with size. Thought it was time to go home.
  3. Murphy’s Law I went out this afternoon trout fishing. I questioned the wisdom of fishing on a robin’s egg blue sky day. Trout shun sunlight. I went outside to check the weather. The warmth of the afternoon coaxed me out of the house. I fished a stretch I have done well on in the past. I knew because of the bright sun I would more than likely not do well on big trout this outing. Trout do not have eye lids and shun bright sun. When I got to the stream the outdoor temperature was 58 degrees. I took the water temperature and it was almost 50 degrees. That is well within a good temperature range to score some trout. I hit the water at 2:45pm. The sun was high in the sky and not a single cloud was in the sky. I knew from experience that days like these I typically fished the shaded side of the stream. There was no shaded side of the stream. The fishing was tough. I had lots of follows and flashes at my lure. None seemed to want to commit. I decided to look for cover for the trout. I decided anything to throw a little shade on the trout would make them feel comfortable. The trout had lock jaw. I decided to target broken water so the trout would feel secure and come out in the bright light. They still were bashful. I decided another trick was in order. I was going to throw in the biggest snarly messes and let the lure drop to the bottom and give it a tweak to start the blade going. Bang bang and I was in business. This only worked in deep runs and i lost a few lures throwing into the mess. I ended the outing with 24 brown trout to hand. The biggest was about 16 inches. It was 5:30pm. I usually get out at a bridge and today was nothing different. I stood on the bridge looking upstream. There was a sweet log jam just upstream of the bridge and it was in shadows. I decided i was going to go just upstream in the shadows and cast a few more times. I was still on the bridge looking upstream. I looked at my reel and there was a loop on the spool. This loop needed to be cast out if I was going to continue fishing. I decided the bridge afforded the best angle and no trees in the way to cast out the loop in my spool. I cast off the bridge. The loop caught and dropped my cast about 15 yards upstream. It nearly didn't land in the water. It hit tight to the bank and I had a big snarl in my reel. I looked down and saw my panther martin was barely in the water. I decided to pull off some line and get this snarl out. I made even a bigger mess. I sat down on the bridge rail and started to mess with my giant snarl. I again looked at my lure and it was barely in the water. I was worried about losing the lure because of the snarl. It was safe and barely dangling in the water. I really made a mess with the reel. I was cussing it and trying to untangle it. I lost focus on my lure in the water. I was peering over my glasses and really putting all my attention on this mess and I heard a splash sound. I looked upstream and saw nothing. I looked back at the reel. I heard a louder splash and looked over the bridge at my lure suspended in the water. My mouth dropped open wide and I stared in disbelief. Me messing with the line caused the lure to jig up and down in the water. This attracted a predator. Not 2 inches from my lure was a giant trout suspended and staring at the size 9 gold panther martin deluxe waiting for it to move again. My reel was still messed up so there was no battling this huge female trout on my reel if it decided to quit dancing with my panther martin and eat it. The bridge was at least 15 feet off the water and the idea of battling a monster trout from above was not appealing. I worked frantically on the snarl. It got even more messed up. My fighting with this reel and keeping one eye on the giant female was nerve racking. She still was very interested in my lure. She circled it like a shark. It was more than I could stand. I decided if I hooked up with her with this less than optimal circumstances I would lose her and maybe kill her because of the bridge nonsense. I decided to try to catch her another day. The reel was non functional and i grabbed the line and lifted the lure out of the water. What happened next is going to be relived in my dreams for the rest of my life. The monstrous female brown bum rushed the lure as I lifted it out of the water. It launched itself out of the water snapping at the spinner. It was a swing and a miss. I got my wits back together and thought about cutting out the snarl and trying for her. I decided a return trip was on the agenda. As I write this recollection I smile and cuss my circumstances.
  4. Nuremberg wurst and curry wurst
  5. There are 2 kinds of Wurst grilling here. Name them?
  6. Buddy Tommy was in Michigan with his center pine and an 8 pound leader chasing steel and he caught this
  7. Fished from 2pm to 6:30pm. Had to sit often. No endurance. Second cast. 27 to hand.
  8. Brian Wisiniewsk with his fat rainbow Kris Koepke caught this sweet brown.
  9. Johnny Jump Up Viola tricolor It flowers from April to September My mother-in-law Marjie Jurgensen had some Johnny Jump Ups blooming in her yard a week ago. Wikipedia says they are wildflowers from Europe that are typically blooming from April to September. These tricolor babies might have a little problem with 6-9 inches of snow in the forecast for tomorrow.
  10. Wurst-Käse-Salat Jagdwurst Bierwurst Schweinewurst Veal Loaf Fleischkase loaf with parsley Swiss Ementaler Kase German Butter Kase Dill Pickle Spears Virgin Olive Oil White Vinegar Minced Garlic White Onion Black Pepper