The canoe we chose was a 13 foot yellow faded two seater, it had to of been 20 years old. The short canoe paired with a wide bottom was a homerun for Michigan’s Maple River. We maneuver the logs and cut banks without much effort, and more importantly stay dry and upright when we we’re supposed to. The boat had a wide belly with an inverted “tunnel keel”. Pretty slick design. Pulling the paddle up into the canoe we made the start of our day-trip pointed downstream. My sister chose a sit-in kayak to tag along with for the day, solid choice in maneuverability but also pretty fast. I’m in no rush to get out of the water so the slower clunkier canoe (plus the ability to store a ton of gear and food (beverages) appeals to me.
The bottom structure of cobbles and large pebbles with moderate pits in the 2-4 ft. range seemed to hold most of the fish I came upon (spooked). After this initial success I thought the day was going to be a numbers kind of day but that little stocker fish won the first and last fish awards of the day. I missed 4-5 fish throughout the day on parachute dries (adams and sulphur colored) as the desperation set in.
Rewards to Patience