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I have come across a bit of information, supplied by the latest issue of Iowa Outdoors magazine, that presents some outstanding stewardship in Countryside Round me. Several conservation groups, government agencies and landowners who care about the environment have worked together to create a turnaround that is an absolute marvel.

Notice how bad the environment had been for trout and trout fishing in northeast Iowa, compared to where it is now. From the magazine –

Bill Kalishek, a DNR fisheries biologist, explains, “Trout require clean water and by 1980 only six Iowa streams were free enough of sediment and pollutants to sustain trout. The good news is the streams today are much cleaner because of habitat improvement and, especially, landowners working with agencies on watershed projects.”

At the Decorah State Fish Hatchery, manager Brian Malaise confirms the turnaround. “Thirty-two northeast Iowa trout streams now have naturally reproducing populations,” he says, “and we stock seventeen others.”

With this in mind, I had to take to the nearest stream and get a sampling of this awesome news. And the news is reflected in these few photos with the absolutely gorgeous landscape, streams with water as clean as the water that issues forth from Brigid’s Well, and some of the most colorful freshwater fish and stream bottoms that nature has to offer.

Which brings up the thought, among the many thousands of subjects that seemed to stream through this pea-brain during my hike this morning (which isn’t good if you’re the writing type), that I wonder if the outdoor blogging community is hurting it’s own cause. How I got to this, I don’t know because I forgot to bring along my journal. But with putting all this information out there, and doing it as enthusiastically as we do, are we doing it for the right reasons? And what are those reasons? Can we bring too much attention to the parts of life that we truly love and can’t seem to live without?

I don’t want to show off the Countryside Round’s trout fishing to have some idiot come in and exploit it, or ruin it. Or introduce people to duck hunting and have them end up being poachers.

But then again, I want to show the part of the world that doesn’t understand where I’m coming from, why I feel the way I do. Because nature and the outdoor pursuits should be shared in some form or another.

I may be thinking too selfishly. Most of this thought stream probably comes from my solitary side. I don’t want to run into another person when I’m involved in something out in the “wilds.”

I just hope we as outdoor bloggers/writers are doing the right thing.

Does this tree look like it’s singing in a woodland opera? Anyway, here is a picture or two of other things I must have liked on the 3.5 miles of grassy/stony path today. Please enjoy. And if hiking is something you don’t like to do, please reconsider it. It’s damn good for you. But you writers clean a good part of your mind out beforehand. It will make the hike more enjoyable.

Until I can write again – peace and take care.

Your friend –



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Shedding Skin. Pace.

Rainbow Trout

Yep. I may be hopeless. It hasn’t been a week and already I want to jump back into the writing game and then, worst of all, I want to share it. This isn’t such a bad thing, I suppose, but I WILL NOT get caught up in the pace I was trying to run when I was Wandering Owl. The guy who was trying to accomplish things that are far beyond his reach. Back to being me – Casey. The simpleton who has no desire to sell himself to the masses and needs to spend more time walking paths, discovering mushrooms, watching kit beavers and muskrats swim down slow moving streams, stand in awe of the patterns a flock of ducks create while flying, and spending time behind his fishing pole. That is quite enough without writing about it, but those things are art and go hand-in-hand, do they not?

Barn Swallow chicks

I do quite a bit of observing nature, and I wonder if I had been caught up in it’s frantic pace just through that observation. In the countryside around me, spring and early summer are unbelievably hectic, and all with a real purpose compared to what we modern humans consider “real” purpose. The nesting, birthing, and growing happens so fast it seems a miracle. And all the mowing and weeding doesn’t help, not to mention one of modern man’s “real” purposes – work – has been insane. The order calendar is full and getting fuller by the day. Something I’ll have to cope with if I wish to enjoy those times spent with a plate of goat cheese and crackers, or a tin of smoked clams and crackers, along with a cold mug of ale, English preferably.

So the skin is shed – which to the observant has been awhile in coming, eh? –  and a new set of rules – which are really tied to an ancient set of rules – have taken effect. I am sure I’ll flesh those out for you, but not just yet. Pace, you see. That’s how I have to walk now.

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