As I drove down Dam Road toward river number sixty it occurred to me how unprepared I was for the occasion. No one to celebrate with. No bottle of champagne. Not even a beer and a bag of nuts. The river itself seemed an odd choice, if for no other reason than its name. A warm water fishery save for the planting of migrating fish by the DNR.
I pulled in alongside another car and surveyed the site. One lone fisher on the break wall looked to be walleye fishing, and one boat load of fishers anchored in the center of the river busy casting plugs. Body language said it all. Fishing was not good. I walked over to the walleye fisherman who had one small marble eyes in his bucket. It had been a slow day, and no, the boaters had not landed any fish. After boasting of taking a six pound walleye a few days earlier he shrugged and said the steelhead fishing was even slower, then turned his attention back to a lifeless line. I walked back to the car and suited up. I imagine this is a busy spot in springtime when the big lake rainbows are running strong. But not in December. At least I wouldn't be standing elbow to elbow on my last river. I had hoped that my last cast on the last river would produce a keeper I could take home for dinner, and that I would fish until that happened. My only catch was bottom. With a few hours left I decided to make it a fisher's sixty, and try my luck at Swan Creek.
Access: Dam Road off M40 near Allegan
Weather: Sunny, mid 30s
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