Somewhere Under The Rainbow - Trout Fishing In Wisconsin!

If you find yourself wishing there was still a little good magic left in this world, I will share with you where I found such a piece of paradise. It is here in the many shades of green and the most beautiful fish God ever created in this land of enchantment! Sure, big is nice, but how about some of those variations in trout? I see them all the time as I share with you the beauty of Wisconsin's best-kept secret. Some experts say you need to get slightly removed from your hectic world to see things better. Fortunately, I do not have to tune out since I never really got tuned in! I ran the rat race as inconspicuously as I could, all the while trout fishing as much as possible. Fortunately, each job I ever had was in itself a labor of love behind trout, and later Wanda and trout. These stories are all true and mine to share with you. Few of my many friends know all these stories or some that are still unwritten. I have my wife's permission to say truthfully that "trout are my first love." Having been in that relationship with trout for forty-two years before meeting her is enough evidence to convince any who would say otherwise.
I try to keep my life story short and void of soap opera stuff while giving you some of my most humorous situations involving mostly trout fishing in a small portion of Wisconsin's thousands of streams. Wildlife intrusions are involved in this story as well as my greatly missed best friend, his remaining descendant, "Colt Gang," and my new entourage of fisher persons. I will share with you just a few of the many great people changing my story as it developed itself. I tell of fishing days on my Wisconsin streams that you might find tough to beat anywhere else. And Dave's Wisconsin Record Rainbow Trout was discussed more than six months before he caught it.
You never know what tomorrow might bring in the way of a story even if you stay home. It has been quite a ride, and with retirement life, it got simpler and full of wonder. Wonder how I might have gotten here sooner with better health to fish? I am after all on this journey, still looking to continue to the good end. There were also a couple encounters with weather I chose not to tell: The five-headed lightning bolt had split high above my head, started one tree afire and two others smoldering when it struck all about me as I climbed out of the stream; and the top third of an old oak tree on the bank forty feet above was twisted off and dropped by the wind into the stream right where my fiancee and I had just finished fishing. Please enjoy my stories, even a few I may have survived.
I wish you the very best life can offer.