Every year I make it up to the Wolf River once or twice in the fall to take advantage of the extended catch and release season for that particular waterway. Yesterday, I tried a section north of Lily.
Wading the Wolf can keep you on your toes (literally). Not only are there deep holes, the slippery boulders help give meaning to what the guidebooks call “walking on greased cannonballs”. This is one river where I always make sure to have a collapsible wading staff with me at all times.
I fished about five hours and all I got to show for it was a couple of large chubs. For me, the fishing has gotten worse and worse here for the last few years. I’m starting to think that I’ve chosen the wrong strategy - as the fishing gets slower and slower, I’ve been heading further and further upstream. Maybe I’ll try again way downstream, perhaps just above the Menominee Reservation. But that might have to wait wait until next year.