Bank Fishing on Fox River

First I want everyone to take note of how safety-conscience Ray insisted on being with the wearing of the bright safety-vest. I had one on as well.

With the wind gusts picking up, Ray suggested we not get out on the boat but try bank fishing instead. Sounded dandy to me. We headed to the Fox River in a town called Montello, and the dock where we parked our truck had three or four other trucks also parked there...one with a dog cage sitting in the back of the truck bed.

It took me a while to get back into the grove of casting and reeling and all that. But in the last 20 minutes or so, before we stopped for lunch and then took a long drive before going back to town, I had begun to get back into the groove of fishing. There's a whole kinetic flow to it that I had remembered from last time - and I was at first surprised to find that I couldn't get right back into it when we started. We walked along one side of the river, under tree banks that shaded us from the wind and at the very spot where Ray had one of his biggest catches once. Then we crossed onto the other side of this bridge...


...and got along the the side of the river bank most sunlit. I think that helped a lot. I walked a few yards, would cast in to the River for a while and then walk a little further. My final spot I sat on the highest rock among a bank of huge rocks where the river crested and finally got into a real flow with my casting. It started to become second nature and this allowed my mind to wonder more freely into random nothingness.

The Gnomes enjoyed the River too. Here are some more pretty pictures of the site...