Growing up in Michigan, I’d heard a lot about the Madison in Montana, and most of it wasn’t good. Whirling disease was threatening the river and a lot of folks were wondering if it would ever recover.
After a long, hard fight we seem to have gotten the upper hand on that pesky little bug. So not only can I enjoy chucking big salmonflies around in July with anglers from around the world, I can also head down the road and snowshoe into a late-January midge hatch that you'd have to see to believe.
We get great fall colors in Michigan's UP, and not just on the leaves. Our brookies look like they've been put together by a jeweler's hand. Not only do we have great streams and ponds, we have what may be the only run of coaster brook trout in the country.
These monsters spend a few years in Lake Superior before heading back up Salmon Trout River to spawn. Growing to sizes that would make fish from Labrador self-concious, these giant brookies are truly a sight to behold, all colored up with shocking white fin tips.
While we don't fish for these coasters, it's great to know that they're still here, and that TU's helping us looking out for them.
The Truck's been there for as long as I can remember, and while it may seem like junk to some, it's a landmark and a tradition for my dad and I.
Every year for my dad's birthday we throw some gear in our packs and strike off toward the river. We stick to well-known paths for a while and then branch off to follow a grown over game trail â€” and therr she sits. A big shock of bright blue in the deep green landscape.
For years we've geared-up next to the truck and stashed our packs on its rusty spring seats. The Truck gets a little rustier every year, and my dad might not make it to The Truck quite as quickly (although he'd argue that point), but the anticipation building up to that first cast never fades.