It’s a little different here, in small town Central Illinois. No, I am not driving two hours in to the mountains to snag a rainbow covered hog. It is a different pig I am after this summer. After dinner with the family, I head out the garage, put my rod in the back of the F-150, and head out to a top secret honey hole 15 minutes down the highway. It’s definitely no Colorado stream, but damn is it pretty at sunset.
All I can remember about my trips to CO is the sound of the river rushing past when all else is silent. Here, it is the crickets and frogs that are the noisiest. Hell, you have to walk a mile and a half to get back there so you can’t even hear the faint passing car. The hard part about bank fishing during mid summer in Illinois, is the moss grows thick. I’m sure if I had Adam’s Flycraft I would catch more fish. No, it’s not a Colorado stream.
Even though the scenery is much different, once I forge my way out there, everything else is the same. As soon as the first fly touches the water, I am dialed in. I remember the first bass I caught on a fly rod, I half expected to pull a trout out of the water after the fight it gave me. For 3 hours I will move around that pond, skimming my fly across the water, chasing the large and small mouth bass. No, it’s no Colorado river, but for now, this is my oasis.