There was a time, not to long ago, that I was fishing three or for times a week.
If you’re looking for a house, test driving cars, super busy at work, and scoring a documentary short about fly fishing, getting out to fish that often is simply not possible– especially when you only have one car.
Instead of tying flies, playing Minecraft, or writing blog posts, my free time is now devoted on the seemingly endless search of a new place to live. Even my sharing on social media has slowed to a crawl, not that it’s necessarily a bad thing. We have been laser-focused on the task at hand.
I’m not complaining. It’s going to be great– I can’t wait to find the perfect house for us.
It could be worse– at least I don’t seem to be missing out on any good fishing. Every time I’ve gone in the past few weeks, which works out to once or twice a week, the fishing has been mediocre… But maybe I’m just out of practice.
I could share the trials and tribulations of house-hunting. I could tell you about the small houses on great land, or the big houses with no yard; The perfect house that was 10 minutes too far away, or the myriad of houses that didn’t live up to their descriptions.
I could show you pictures of the good ones, the terrible ones, and the ones we almost put in offers on…. But instead I’ll just show you some fish I caught.
Here’s my most recent prize catch: a big old smallie from the Coldwater River (which is supposedly a trout stream):

Here’s another pic of the same fish… it’s just so pretty. I was sure it was a big old brown trout until I saw it’s bright red eyes.
I caught a few big creek chubs in Ohio.

I’ve been exploring the Thornapple River with some success; there are plenty of small smallmouth bass willing to eat my flies.

A #6 black backstabber fly has been the best bet for these fish the past few weeks– even sitting motionless on the bottom it will catch fish.
As we look to put down roots in a house, I’ve been putting down roots in the local waters. Learning the lay of the land; access points, riffles, dams, pools, runs…
It’s different fishing here than it was in Illinois. Conceivably, I have the rest of my life to explore these waters. Once we find a house, we don’t plan on moving.
We are Michiganders now.
These are our rivers and streams, ponds and lakes. These are our fish.
When I wade the Thornapple, I wonder how the river will look in 20 years, and realize I’ll probably still be fishing it then. That’s kind of a cool realization.
So as we continue to search for a place to live, I continue to find places to fish– whenever there is a break in the action, a few hours to sneak away.

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