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| These are the places that we love the best. |
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| This is the White River not far from our house. We used to be able to slip over for a quick few hours fishing until someone bought the land bordering it and put up No Tresspassing signs all over. The best place for Smallmouth is upstream past the island, which changes it's shape each spring flood. Downstream is one of those beautiful old iron bridges Madison County had so many of, until they started replacing them with oversized concrete culverts. |
| This is the cliff face under the dam next to the Hoosier State Forest. If we're only going for a weekend, this is usually the place we head for. What you can't see in this photois the dam itself and the enormous slabs of rock below that we wade out to. One year we spent three straight July days, from about 6:00AM to 6:00 PM on those rocks, jumping occassionally into the water to cool off. We caught fish all day long and my hair had streaks that a salon would charge a fortune to do. Even if the fish aren't biting there's all the wildlife that show up if you're quiet. Great Blue Herons are common and Ospry will whiz right by your pole and snatch that little Channel Cat that's been stealing your bait. There are water snakes, too, a fact I think about every time I start out to my favorite rock. But I don't think there are any poisonous ones this far north (I hope!) |
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| This is our 'just for the weekend' campsite. We've got the very basics: the summer tent and a rainfly over everything, including what Richard calls the 'kitchen' (a picnic table for the campstove) under which we keep our food in large plastic tubs with locking lids and a big cooler with a strong latch to keep out the critters. |
| Behind our best friend Brian is a shot of Killbuck Creek. It's not very big, except when it floods, but it is beautiful, cystal clear from the natural springs that abound around here, and full of fish, from Redeye and Bluegill to Blue Catfish and these big, fat Carp (always fun on an ultralight) I taught my daughter to fish on the Killbuck and once we tried to float down it in rubber rafts. That was a mistake! A canoe might make it, but the little rubber boats bit the dust as soon as we came to the first Willow wetlands. It's a good thing most of it was shallow enough to wade but it did give the kids a good scare. And yes, they were wearing life preservers. Too bad the boats weren't. |
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