Great Lakes Steelhead

http://singthebofldyelectric.blogspot.com/  (Beserk Matt in a not so pristine environment)

‘I woke up at 3am this morning to drive more than two hundred miles to the shores of Lake Michigan where the anadromous fishes of autumn are beginning their annual migration up Trail Creek, Salt Creek, and the Little Calumet River, following their biological orders like good soldiers would. The commando is strong. Little do they know their efforts are mostly in vain. They too were once hatchery brood. They’ll spill their futile gametes all over the river in a sad genuflection to their native cousins swimming strongly in the Pacific.’

‘The highway hums persistently in the background. The river is flat and muddy mostly, yellow and brown mostly, sandy in some places. Beer cans, styrofoam worm containers, plastic bags, garbage can lids: various Michigan City cultural artifacts litter the log jams. It’s ninety degrees and humid. The ever present sheen of grease on my forehead does little to dissuade the multitudes of blood sucking insects that swarm exposed skin.’

Edgy, Fat Matt in the Midwest. Making the best of an apparently deteriorating river bank. I think he is pretty good at making the most of it.  http://fishbeer.com/img/fishbeer.png (Fat Matt evolves to here)