While Margaret and I stood on the bridge overlooking the Fox River in St. Charles, this man and boy waded out into the river and started fishing.


I zoomed my lens in as far as it would go, but the pair were still mighty small. So I put them more-or-less on rule-of-thirds lines and bathed them in context.


In my 52 years I’ve never watched anyone wade out into the middle of a river in a city’s downtown to fish.


As you can see, it’s easy enough to do in St. Charles: just ease down the stairs from the Municipal Center with your gear and step in.


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6 responses to “Fishin’”

  1. DougD Avatar

    Nice, always good to see a youngster doing something in the physical world.

    Maybe you should try your hand at that on your lunch break Jim

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Heh, yeah, I can’t see me wading out into the White River ever, let alone at lunch! I haven’t fished in 30 years, but I was always a lake fisherman when I did fish.

  2. Bill Avatar

    I love to see your pictures of the Fox River as I have seen much of it from Elgin, Dundee, Carpentersville, Algonquin and Fox River Grove. I very much enjoyed your post. It is very nice to see a father taking his son fishing and I enjoyed your comments. Thank you for the post. The Fox is a beautiful river and the Fox River Valley is a wonderful place to live.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Every time we visit St. Charles we wish there were towns like it in central Indiana, where we live.

  3. Victor Villaseñor Avatar
    Victor Villaseñor

    Did they catch anything?

    My mother’s family comes from a fishermen background, we used to go fishing with a simple hook, some nylon line, and an empty soda bottle to use as a reel. Caught some tilapias and catfish in the river behind my grandmother’s house.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      That just goes to prove you don’t need fancy gear to catch some fish! I once had a bamboo pole with no reel — I just tied a length of line onto the end, with a hook and a worm at the end.

      While we stood on the bridge, we didn’t see them pull any fish in.

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