Trout fishing, a winter-time outdoor activity that only a true angler can genuinely appreciate. Long refreshing walks to the river while enjoying peace and quiet of the woods can be truly relaxing after a long stressful week. Although, refreshing walks occasionally are followed by not so pleasant, somewhat unnerving walks back to the vehicle in the dark. In the end, it’s all worth it just to be able to hold a beautiful rainbow or brown trout if only for a moment.
My first trout fishing trip with my husband was one I’ll never forget. We walked two miles down a long curvy dirt trail riddled with pine trees, armadillos burrowing through the leaves in search of food, and the prettiest red cardinals I have ever seen. The pine scent filled my nose…show more content… I have personally caught several large rainbow trout fishing the Blue River. Our favorite spot is the catch and release area which has some of the largest trout than any other fishing hole located at the Blue. Catch and release is a three-mile walk one way, but most people don’t mind since the trail is so peaceful. A couple of years ago my husband had broken his foot right before trout season ended, consequently, I was extremely upset since we were going to have to miss the last days of trout season. I decided that I was going to borrow a wheelchair and take my husband fishing even if I had to push him three miles. I called to tell him my plan, picked up the wheelchair, arrived home, packed him up, and took off to Blue River. One aspect I did not take into consideration when planning our trip was time and it was not on our side. It took nearly two hours to push him in the wheelchair down the trail to our fishing spot, but once we finally arrived, the fishing was amazing. We caught so many trout and had so much excitement that we lost track of time. When we decided to head back to the truck the sun was setting and I could hear coyotes howling in the distance. Tremendously scared, I tried to not let my husband know, but nevertheless, he could sense the fear in my voice as we discussed the consequences of not keeping up with the time. Every single noise I heard while walking triggered