Trout Fishing The Night Before ThanksGiving

How the hell do you end up in a cold trout steam, wading at night in November, the night before Thanksgiving?....I will give you a few minutes of thought for that answer........

The answer is, " Brown Trout", those nocturnal feeding bastards.....You have to be a little crazy. Not to bright and have a willingness to go out and do things that make absolutely no fucking sense. It also helps if you have friends as crazy as you are. With the same sense of adventure. Or, as some girlfriends might say, "Your stupid ass friends".

So my buddy and I headed towards Springfield, Ohio. Destination, the Mad River. When we arrived, all seemed well. We started to gear up, and it started to drizzle. My buddy asked, "Is that snow?"....and so it goes.....We made our way into the water, under a bridge. Started blind casting, with high hopes of hitting something. We just wanted to feel that weight on the end of our line. You know that one that tells you, "this is no snag".....but being as it was....nothing.....no fish for us on this night....

While fishing, we came upon a bear trap. Yep that's correct, a small trap. Someone had place one in the water, next to a den, maybe a muskrat, I am not sure, but I kicked it and it clicked shut. Scared me to death. Someone had this in the water, under the water. How stupid is that? It was one of the small ones for small game....but I had never seen this in a river before.....jus another adventure.

We moved the trap.....

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