Fishing
During the past decade, a number of initiatives have occurred to reclaim and restore the Onion River in hopes of encouraging natural trout populations to increase. The Onion River is the only Class I trout stream in southern Wisconsin, and its natural trout population severely decreased from the levels found during the mid-20th century. In 2008, the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources reclassified all of the Onion River from County N upstream as a Class I trout stream, meaning that it contains naturally reproducing wild trout.
A Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources study showed that from 1997 through 2006, the natural trout population of this stretch of the Onion River has increased ten-fold due to these continued efforts. It is expected that this population will continue to increase as further efforts continue on this stretch. In 2011, the Lakeshore Chapter of Trout Unlimited, the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources and Michels Corp. installed lunker structures in six spots along the river, which are expected to minimize erosion and stabilize the habitat for the trout and other wildlife.
Read more about this topic: Onion River (Sheboygan River)
Famous quotes containing the word fishing:
“I confess I was surprised to find that so many men spent their whole day, ay, their whole lives almost, a-fishing. It is remarkable what a serious business men make of getting their dinners, and how universally shiftlessness and a groveling taste take refuge in a merely ant-like industry. Better go without your dinner, I thought, than be thus everlastingly fishing for it like a cormorant. Of course, viewed from the shore, our pursuits in the country appear not a whit less frivolous.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck
And on the king my father’s death before him.”
—T.S. (Thomas Stearns)
“O mud
For watermelons gutted to the crust,
Mud for the mole-tide harbor, mud for mouse,
Mud for the armored Diesel fishing tubs that thud
A year and a day to wind and tide; the dust
Is on this skipping heart that shakes my house,”
—Robert Lowell (1917–1977)