by Roger Ager
Recently, a friend named Mark and I had a pleasurable evening fishing on one of our area waters. Our quarry – the strong-pulling and good-eating channel catfish.
We arrived at our destination, a resort on the riverbank,
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The place teemed with life. Dragonflies and swallows darted and dived about, taking hatching flies from the water. A muskrat swan along the shoreline with a clump of grass stems in its mouth, probably heading for the den.
An eagle soared above, head turning from side to side looking for a fish dinner. A whitetail doe stepped from the woods into the knee-deep current for a drink. A pair of noisy honkers went over, heading upstream.
After dark, the birds and dragonflies were replaced by bats whirling and diving in and out of our lantern-lit area. Two great horned owls called to each other from different locations in the woods on the east bank, ready to start the evening’s hunt.
Fish of all sizes surfaced and jumped clear of the water around us. Occasionally, the sound of a huge sturgeon coming clear of the water and crashing back echoed up and down the river.
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The river is the lower Flambeau in the
For a few pennies in a few pockets, we are jeopardizing a clean-flowing stretch of river and all the wonderful wild things that live in and around it. Is it worth it? I say no.
Roger Ager
Chetek
(Printer in the Eau Claire Leader, Voice of the People 1991)