My son Aaron, brother Tom and I went down to Whitewater State Park on Saturday to do a bit of trout fishing. We had a really good time even though the fishing was so-so.
The Whitewater River was very low, looking more like it does in mid-July — one of the many consequences of a winter with little snow. The stream was running clear and, combined with low water levels, the trout were easily spooked. We managed to catch a few, however, particularly on Sunday after a storm front passed through Saturday afternoon.
Regardless of our luck with the trout, the beauty of the area is captivating.
The weather turned really nice on Monday, of course, just when we had to pack up and go home. So it goes with vacations…