One of the things that my father and I have done for the past several summers (sometimes with my brothers, sometimes not) is make an excursion to the Black Hills in an effort to catch the wily rainbow trout. We kept with this tradition yesterday, though with the slightly irregular inclusion of a visit to the optometrist. Nevertheless, by the time we got to the water, there still remained several hours of fishing. As darkness began to descend over the Black Hills, we headed toward Deadwood where we ate beef, because, in keeping with tradition, we had failed to catch a single fish. All in all it was a lovely day.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
A Tradition
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I didn't know there were any rainbow trout in South Dakota. Maybe that is your problem......
The streams throughout the Black Hills are full of them, and there are several hatcheries that stock them fairly often. In fact, in a few of the places, we could see the devils swimming, but couldn't get them to bite.
Yes, and there are also trout in northern Nebraska and its panhandle. I go trout fishing there every year. Tyler, I didn't know that you did that. We'll have to have a chat when you get here.
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