Land of milk & honey. And salmon.
I was spending my first summer holidays in Chicago and randomly walked into the Orvis Store on Ontario, just off Michigan Av. and that's when I noticed the hanging blackboard with the fishing reports for the area. Something looked odd and out of place; there, in the heart of the Midwest, three words stood out of all that text : Chinook, Coho and Steelhead. Few seconds later the store manager was giving me the whole history of the lake trout being fished to extinction, the lamprwy taking over the Great Lakes and the effect on commercial fisheries and so on. Twenty minute after that history lesson, I was leaving the store with a #9 outfit, a pair of cheap waders and a baggie of yarn eggs, leeches, buggers, black stonefly nimphs and zonkers.What I found as I arrived to the Root River in Racine, WI was something I've never witnessed before in my life.One could cross thecreek litterally walking on the backs of 10 or 15 lbs salmon. I almost cried.
