I have yet to step foot in the Driftless region but everytime my pal Clark brings it up -it helps if you live in Minneapolis like he does, about heading there to fish. I would love to and if my plans to fish monster browns in November out near there changes, I just may get lucky come Fall in Wisconsin.
Article- By Ben Pierce
I feel like a kid again, pedaling a single speed bike down a county road just outside Viroqua, Wisconsin. There’s a spring creek along the road, one I fished with friends a couple of days ago. Every so often I catch a glimpse of its flows through the roadside thicket.
I’ve got my fly rod in my backpack along with a couple boxes of flies. The sweat is trickling down the back of my neck as I push up a hill in the sweltering heat. I keep guessing the next rise will crest and reveal the open pasture we fished. But I’m wrong and wrong again.
Finally, I round a corner and the woods break and I’m there. I ditch my bike in the tall grass beside the road and walk to the bridge to rig up my rod. The brown trout are still rising in the pool a few hundred feet upstream. It seems as though the day past was just a dream. Something feels timeless here.
And Wisconsin’s Driftless area may be a land time forgot. Or better, a place to forget about time.
I came here from Bozeman, Montana, not exactly the most high-stress place I’ve ever been. Still, the country drive to Viroqua through rural farmland along the languid banks of the Mississippi River felt like a long embrace. And this bike ride, a remembrance of youth and innocence and things not too distant.
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