After fishing all morning and only coming up with 1 brown trout brought in by the illustrious Jim. We (Grant, Jim and I) decided to take a walk down Main Street. Here we are, 3 guys in waders carrying fly fishing rods and walking the streets of a small town in rural Minnesota, and we come across a fly shop none of us had ever been to – Root River Rod Company.
The shop was clean, bright, and welcoming. The shop owner Steve Sobieniak was very informative letting us in on what the local fish are keying in on this time of year, and was even nice enough to whip us up some fresh flies for our departure back to the river.
Jim supports local business, but also knows how to get info.
Jim just couldn’t leave without making a purchase to support the local business, but also being a resident of Minnesota, you can never have too many quality gloves during winter. Jim was also excited to see a whole section dedicate to Root River Hackle, and he proceeded to rave about the quality of the feathers.
Jim’s purchase also bought us some extra information, in the form of a hand drawn map. Unfortunately, after Steve completed the drawing, we all learned that we could not take the map, because, it was kind important to the shop, but that’s what camera phones are for, right!?
Steve discovering the map was on something important. 🙂
Stoked to get back out on the water with some local intel we stepped out of Root River Rod Company, and saw a watering hole across the street. It’s lunch time, and we deserve a drink for all of the hard work we put in on the water during the cold winter morning.
Sitting at the bar in our waders, tossing back a $3 personal pitcher of beer, and enjoying the locals at the end of the bar cheer on Godzilla (We later learned it was King Kong) as he destroys New York City was one of the better lunches I had in a while.
After the bar we set out to wet some lines with the intel Jim acquired with his glove purchase. After a short car ride and Grant showing us how to properly jam out to some Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey, we found our destination.
The spot had some great looking water, and looked promising. We just didn’t have what the trout were after that day, and with the sun setting at 1 PM (Kidding – It just feels that way) we had to make the drive back North.
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Not a bad day in our books at all. Brushed off the early shivers of cabin fever, new water was fished, 1 trout was caught, cheap beer was drunk, Godzilla (King Kong) destroyed New York, and a new fly shop was shopped.