The place we fish is a river that runs between two railroad lines. It's the place my father grew up fishing when he was young. The banks are terrifically steep with loose gravel and you have to be very sure of your footing going up and down. Once you're at river level picking your way up and down the stream to fish the holes is a task that requires the total of your concentration lest you fall in the water. There is no river bank to walk along. Just loose rocks and railroad debris. Sometimes trains go by, practically overhead, while you're fishing. But it's worth it.
It's normally packed with people on opening day but pretty wild and lonely the rest of the year. As a woman, I would never fish there by myself because it's too remote for me to feel safe. We see deer there; turtles, foxes and many types of birds as well. This year I saw an eagle and a kingfisher glided past me over the river as I fished.
And these wildflowers. I don't know what they are.
Things like this antique brick are common in the banks.
It was at this point that my brother in law made a big scene downstream reeling in a fish (for the benefit of his fish-less dad, not me, I later found out). I nearly cried tears of anger. Honestly, I was standing in a stream, blinking them back Damn it! Do NOT act like a girl! Pull your shit together!
It got worse. Shortly thereafter my dad came by to see if I was having any luck. We were talking as I was reeling in a cast - nope, nothing, not a bite - and at that very moment a fish hit. As I tried to set the hook the damn thing literally flipped though the air and back into the water. In slow motion. I'm pretty positive it extended a middle finger as it went by.
I was done. I drove straight to McDonald's and ordered a breakfast sandwich.
And the fish started hitting half an hour after I left.
The bright side is that my father had caught a nice trout while I was there and sent me home with it. I made it into a little appetizer and took it back to his house to share with everyone later that day and we had a very nice Easter together. There were children and dogs everywhere and it was chaos and it was wonderful.
Bacon wrapped trout nibbles.
1) Have someone catch a fish for you because apparently you are incapable. Bring it home and clean it. Don't bother scaling it because you'll be taking the skin off later.
2) Stuff the cavity with shallots and orange slices. Drizzle with olive oil, salt and pepper. Bake at 350 until done (15 min?)
3) When the trout is cool, flake the meat into a bowl and add minced garlic, Old Bay, parsley, panko crumbs and an egg. Mix.
5) Wrap with bacon, fix with toothpick and put under broiler until bacon is cooked. Serve with a dip made of mayo, Worcestershire sauce and sriracha. Ever people who profess to hate trout will eat these up.