My family reunion was over this past Fourth of July weekend. We definitely timed the traffic right this time, and did not have to sit on I-75,
We stayed near Charlevoix, and was at the family reunion for most of the first day. The second day, we did a tour of East Jordan and visited some of the places my mom grew up, and I was able to go fishing for about an hour that evening.
Based on the info I had, I decided to fish at a popular canoe launch area because I figured it would have easier access. Unfortunately, the holiday weekend brought out many canoeists. There was barely a parking spot available at the bridge I had chosen to fish.
A little more searching of the map, and I decided to try a road a little farther south. The road was just wide enough for one vehicle, and after a gracious F-150 let me pass and after two small creeks, I was in the heart of the Jordan River valley.
Standing there was another fly fisherman who was apparently taking a break. I struck up a conversation and he said the fishing had been hard that day, but there were eager little brookies taking royal trudes. I attempted to wade the river, but it was near impossible with the quick current and drowned logs. I dipped a woolly bugger into several log jams without a take.
A trail along the banks lead me to a stretch of flat water where there were fish rising. I had tiny brookies smacking a size 14 Adams I switched to, and eventually a decent brookie decided he was hungry enough to try as well. I ended up having many fish attempt to take the fly, but even though no catch and release happened, I was glad I found an amazing new place to fish.