On impulse, I decided to try the western portion of the stream. (where you see “new fishing location”). As you can see from the map, eventually the creek widens and is again stocked further downstream. The area in green is an “artificial only” area – a great place to catch a brown trout on a fly.
At this west end, Bloody Run Creek passes through Spook Cave – an area attraction worth seeing. Spook Cave offers cave tours by boat during the warm months. It’s pretty cool except you have to hunch down to keep from bonking your head on the cave roof.
Directly across the road from the cave property and their private campground is the upper end of the stocked portion of Bloody Run Creek. This part of the stream gets hit hard during camping season but at the moment the campground is closed for the year. It’s a great time to fish this area!
So how did Bloody Run get it’s name? Was it some kind of a battle between the Native Americans and the white man? Nope, nothing that interesting.
The following picture was not taken by me but it’s a wider part of the creek. A railroad passes nearby. If you are camping in the area, you will be awakened at least once during the night. If the sound doesn’t waken you, the vibrations will!
I baited and cast into a hole under a tree when…. ZING! Without warning, the line suddenly went taught nearly making me drop the fishing pole. After an exhiliarating little battle I landed a very nice rainbow trout! As the intensity of the rain increased to a deluge, the trout became even more aggressive. Twice I had fish leaping into the air when they were hooked. The rain was even stronger at this point but it is almost like that made the fish even more agitated. I got my limit of five fish in that one hole with no hooks left.
While in Postville, I stopped at the Kosher store – Glatt Market – and bought some fantastic turkey hot dogs made several blocks away at the slaughterhouse.
This place was a pit. You can see how dirty the washing machines were. There was litter strewn all over the floor. I was appalled at the number of broken washers and dryers, missing ceiling tiles, and general clutter. At the same time, it was kind of fun to see a place where it was a total shi*hole… I can respect that degree of laziness! In such a clean town it was amazing.
Most of the other patrons were complaining about the sheer mess. Since the windows were steamed up a couple of customers used their fingers to write messages on the front windows in reverse – things like “Filthy Dirty” and “Please Clean Me Up Dan”. It was hilarious! You could see the messages clearly from the busy road in front.
All was forgiven in short order. When the sweatpants and fleece coat came out of the dryer and I’d put them on, it was pure ecstasy. My blue fleece jacket is sort of like the raincoat worn by the TV detective “Columbo”… It’s treasured.
It was pure comfort food – every bit as comforting as the warm clothes that just came from the dryer. Both work wonders in warming up a chilled fisherman.
It’s great to see such a diversity of dining options.
By this time the sun was starting to go down. I had just posted yesterday’s notes and then settled at Dutton’s Cave park (20 or so miles south). The temperature was dropping quickly. It had gotten so cold so fast that I had to clean the trout in the van using a cutting board on the bed. It was delicate surgery but I completed the task without the spillage of blood or guts.
I was skeptical after seeing this new site. The gym was about the width of a cigarette outlet store in a strip mall. There were only three treadmills and three ellipticals. I started inventorying the weight machines.
By golly, somehow they made the same equipment fit that I’ve seen in gyms twice the size! I did an hour of cardio (split between biking and elliptical) while watching the t.v. show “Matlock” (a favorite). This region has recently added several new locations. Now virtually anywhere I go in NE Iowa has an Anytime Fitness reasonable close. Cool stuff!