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.

Fishin'

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.

Fishin'

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

Fishin'

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.

Fishin'

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Fishin’

Just a man and boy fishing, in the middle of a river, in a city’s downtown. How improbable!

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6 thoughts on “Fishin’

  1. DougD says:

    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

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    • 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.

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  2. 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.

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  3. Victor Villaseñor says:

    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.

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    • 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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