
This is the fifth part in this series. Catch up by reading the beginning here ,
Life gets in the way of even the most obsessed-over pursuits. That is the way it ought to be. Diversions should be just that: a deviation from the major thoroughfare of work, school, etc. Fly fishing, as important as it is to me, is still just a diversion. A handful of trips to local ponds and creeks a month, punctuated by a more sizeable outing or two is sufficient for the stage of life that I’m in. If fly fishing in general requires time to be carved out of my busy schedule, the little “local trout” quest in specific gets even less time.
Almost a year since I plotted, schemed, and attempted to confirm the existence of a remnant trout population amid suburbia, I decided to take it to the next level. I knew a stream less than ten miles away that held a trout population. Exclusively rainbows filled this little spring creek. Not much is known about the fish, other than that they naturally reproduce and have been doing so for some time.
And the vast majority of the length of the stream is on private property. Including all reasonable access.
The only exception – the only way, as I saw it, was to fish up from where the creek entered a larger river. The river is fully navigable, public, and accessible. The access points, however, are not necessarily near the junction point I was looking for.
Thus began a Lord of the Rings style adventure. I could see my destination. I could even plot out a very simple path. Yet that path would lead to certain doom at the hands of the local authorities. I would have to take a more circuitous, adventurous route.
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