My job is way too fun sometimes.
Like today, when I got to go out electrofishing on the Rum River west of Cambridge, MN. The Rum flows from Lake Mille Lacs in central Minnesota to the Mississippi north of Minneapolis. As I understand it, naming it the Rum River was a serious misunderstanding of Ojibwe language; it was actually called the Spirit River in Ojibwe, but there are spirits and there are spirits. The alcoholic variety won out.
Water levels in this part of the state are very low. Which is kind of strange since there has been catastrophic flooding in the southeastearn part of the state this last weekend. Anyway, we had to maneuver the boat upstream in some areas that had barely six inches of flowing water. Add to that the downed trees in the river channel. We brought a chain saw, and we used it a couple of times, jut to get through.
But the area we were getting to was beautiful, in a strange sort of way. The river was bordered by bottomland forest, and swampland. We saw numerous cedar waxwings catching insects and spotted sandpipers, sandhill cranes, and even an immature bald eagle that looked huge.
In our official sampling we caught more than a few 4.5 pound smallmouth bass. They were all concentrated in a few deep holes near fallen tree cover; the rest of the river was just too shallow. But smallies that size are an awesome sight. Makes me want to get a fly rod and try to fish for them.
We had to walk the boat through some shallow areas. On what had to be the last one, while we were making our way back to the access, I was walking in six inches of water when suddenly I hit a hole two feet deep or greater, way too deep for my hip boots. My pants were soaked, and since I had no changes, I rode home in them.
Oh well, could I trade this for an office job?