We looked at each other, back to the water, then again to each other. This is where we were going to be fishing? The stream, which drains a large section of city before entering a local lake, was inches deep. The sandy bottom did not look conducive to fishing, and I was stuck wondering whether or not we were making a mistake.
Worried that it was going to be a day of pushing rather than paddling and dragging rather than floating, we proceeded to launch and meander down the creek. It wasn’t long before we were doing just what we had feared – dragging, pushing, pulling, and working very hard with no results. But, around every corner it got a little deeper and a little more tempting. Before long, we were floating, fishing, and happy we had decided to stick it out. So, before you write off that small, neighborhood creek – check this out!