Accessible Trout Pond

Some of my fav summer times ...

The sun is starting to shine, the phone isn’t ringing yet, and the only sound I can hear from my pond-side dock is the chorus of songbirds serenading and the gentle hum of the aerator in the background.

 It’s a beautiful morning and a perfect setting to enjoy my coffee with the dogs. I lift the handle on my custom feeder, and a handful of fish-food-pellets drop into the pond. They start spreading out and slowly make their way across the water using the breeze and the current as propulsion. 

I sip my coffee while the dogs hang over the edge of the dock, peering into the water, waiting for the action to begin. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, I’m rewarded by an explosion in the pond. A 6-pound rainbow trout jumps high out of the water, attacking the food. The splash echoes across the pond, signaling other trout to join the frenzy. 

Soon the surface of the water is alive with jumping fish. I feel so lucky to be able to start the day like this.

I’m able to do so because about 30 years ago my friends and I had a vision and the follow-through to bring it to life. 

From pondering to a pond 

I’ve loved fly-fishing since I was a kid. My family took yearly excursions to the mountains where we spent a couple of weeks fly-fishing for trout. I looked forward to these trips all year. After school I often set up my fly-rod and practiced casting. With ice cream pails on the lawn as targets, I’d try to land a small split-shot weight into them. Soon I could drop my fly any place I wanted — a valuable skill for landing wary fish. 

After my car accident, I returned home to my parents’ farm and tried to adjust to life as a quadriplegic. A friend rigged a rod and reel, and I got back to practicing casting on the lawn. I quickly convinced myself casting a fly-rod was possible. There was only one problem: there were no lakes nearby that were accessible from a power wheelchair. 

The solution to this problem started like so many other brilliant ideas — as beer talk among friends. If there were no accessible lakes nearby, we’d just make one. Problem solved. There were a few minor obstacles. We had no equipment, no water, and lacked knowledge on raising fish. On the plus side, we had enthusiasm and lots of room. 

We borrowed a university aquaculture book, took a course on building trout ponds, and scrounged together what money we could; my grandparents and parents chipped in, I had a little stash that got thrown in, and we found a Government grant, . All tolled we figured about $5,000 should do it. 

We learned all about what it would take to build a pond where the fish could thrive. The water would need to be at least 15 feet deep for trout to stay within their temperature range. Steep banks would allow fishing all around and prevent overgrowth of weeds. While aeration would keep oxygen levels high throughout the year to ensure their survival. A local friend, Gordon Blonke, had a bulldozer and scraper. He surveyed the yard and laid out a plan to dig a large pond and landscape the yard at the same time. He understood that wheelchair accessibility was the primary goal. We shared what we knew about pond design and he started right away. The pond was finished in a month or so, now we had a 1-acre 25-foot-deep hole. We put a water well in to fill it, and pumped about 3 months to fill it over the winter. 

The next spring some friends brought a wheel-chair accessible dock that was once used in their marina. Initially we had only Rainbow Trout, and I enjoyed many a fight with a large Rainbow on the fly. Our pond is now full of minnows which must’ve been introduced by birds. The rainbow trout don’t appear to eat many of them, so we stocked some Brook Trout and now a new Trout has been made available, Tiger Trout. 

Tiger Trout are a cross between a Brown Trout and a Brook Trout. Apparently, they are very aggressive, love to eat minnows, grow fast, and are easy to catch. We have some that should be quite large now, but we've yet to catch one and they seem to prefer minnows over trout food, and rarely come to the feeder. Trout will grow to 20 pounds or more if there is lots of food, and apparently there is. To ensure massive growth, we supplement their diet with trout food, but it seems only the rainbows go for it. The food is high energy pellets that make them grow real fast, and — as a bonus— make the fish taste good.  

Aside from the entertaining sight of a quadriplegic aimlessly spraying teeny-pellets everywhere but in the pond, throwing out pellets with my quad hands didn’t work so well. The dog was gaining weight much faster than the fish — a new program was in order. Fortunately, my friend Garnet, who can build anything, devised a one-off fish-feeder I could operate. It consists of a 5-gallon plastic pail with a spring-loaded ski-pole down the middle. It is attached with strapping to the side of the dock so the pellets drop in the water. When the handle is lifted, the pole is pushed down and a hole in the bottom of the pail opens to drop some pellets into the pond. 

Even 30 years later, spending my morning on the dock has become one of my favorite pastimes. I’ll wheel down, drop some food into the water and enjoy a coffee while watching the trout rise. I love to grow them big, and watch them cruise by the dock in search of a meal. I fly-fish occasionally when the fish are big, but watching them is fun too. 

I’m currently in the rebuilding process. A few years ago all my fish died after an inadequate aerator failed. With a new upgraded aerator system and the fish are growing quickly. They're currently hitting 10lb , and this time they’ll be safe from low oxygen levels. 

My parents and grandparents are long gone now, but every time I see a trout jump, I’m taken back to my childhood. I’m suddenly a kid, fly-fishing with his family in the mountains, with not a care in the world beyond getting a trout to bite. 

A Great Message

 

A few years ago I got a call from a friend, Ben Wilson, asking if if I wanted to be part of a video project. Ben produces videos, and is an amazing, kind, talented fellow. He likes my positivity, and persistence to keep going through some tough situations. He asked about faith. I thought about it, and replied that I don't consider myself very religious. I really do dislike the religious attitude that I run across occasionally, you know the old "mine is better than yours" attitude, and it has me turned off of religion. Incredibly people are willing to kill over religion, I think if your religion tells you to kill people of other beliefs, you need a new religion. 

I do believe that we are a part of something much bigger. I have many times experienced what is to me overwhelming evidence that there is a God/Universe/Great Spirit etc. that we are all part of.  I've found that most wishes/prayers/intentions are answered in some way. I guess he probably thought I was kind of religious lol. Anyhow we chatted for a long time, filmed a little, and had a great visit.

When the video came out, I was so pleased about how inclusive it was. I watched it recently and still love the messages in it.

Coincidences or More?

 Well it's about time I resurrected the old blog. I've been writing for other magazines for a while and neglected this place. There was something cool lately that will open my world, and I'm thrilled.

I used to have a 4x4 wheelchair, and lost it in our house fire. The mobility of an off road chair has been missed, but was put on the back burner for now. Being 61yrs old, I'm aware that time is ticking, so if there's anything I want to do, let's do it!

On a recent trip to Arizona, Super Dave and I were at a flea market looking at multitudes of landfiller, but didn't see any fleas. Suddenly a chair zooms by, a 4 wheel drive electric atv-type unit, and I immediately recognize it as a Terrain Hopper.

Terrain Hopper makes a 4wd unit powered by lipo batteries that looks like a cross between an atv and a wheelchair. I've been secretly drooling over these and wanting to see one close-up for years, but they are rare and expensive.  

I look around, it was nowhere in sight. I believe that the universe gives and makes things line up, so I made an intentional thought. "Universe, bring that unit back for me to see."

A few seconds later, as if on cue, the Terrain Hopper zooms up, stops right beside me, and the rider starts chatting with somebody else. I smile, look skyward, silently give thanks, and inspect the unit. It looks incredible. It's sporty, rugged, and quite fast. I wait my turn and chat with the owner. It turns out he is a corn farmer, escaping the snow. He loves his Hopper far more than his power wheelchair, and can get around the farm anywhere in it. He had driven it to the flea market 3-4 miles that day and says it is much  more fun than a vehicle to drive. I was sold on it, and knew my life would be drastically changed by owning one, but couldn't afford one.

The idea of owning one rolled around in my coconut on once again for a few weeks, as it has been a recurring idea for years. Terry and I have talked about building a nature trail around the quarter section for years with bird feeders, deer feeders, and benches. Building a wheelchair accessible trail is very expensive, but a Hopper-friendly trail would be easy! Universe, if it's a good idea for me to get one, line it up. And I left it like that.

Last week, things unexpectedly started to happen. A used Hopper popped up on Facebook Marketplace. I've never seen one there before. I started dealing on it right away and thought it might actually come together. It was the right unit, color was ok, low hours, price was less than new by a fair bit, but no joystick control. After investigating it appears the joystick upgrade is 3g or so, and has to be done in Arizona, so that was the end of that.

I once again threw the project in the air. I then decided to contact the owner of the company, who I have chatted with a few times many years ago, just to see what the price of a new one is. What was his name? Searching my emails, there was nothing. I looked in Messenger, nada. Then tried my text messages, came up dry. I couldn't find his contact anywhere. I clicked on my Facebook window and heard a 'ding', a notification received. I open the notifications and its the Birthday of one Todd Lemay, now who is that I wondered? Checking his profile I see ... he is the Terrain Hopper CEO that I was searching for! I smile, look up, and give thanks once again. I text and chat, and Todd sends me a quote. After is see what they're worth, I tell him that I'll need to find funding. Todd gave me a link to hoppersforheroes.org, a non-profit organization that gives grants towards the purchase of these units. I didn't think there was a snowball's chance of success, as most US organizations don't fund Canadians, but I tried.

I told them in an email that I'm a quad, a Canadian and love the outdoors. I mentioned that I've written a few articles and could write about my adventures with the Terrain Hopper. They asked for links to my stories and I thought ... hey ... wow ... they didn't reject me yet! I sent them some links, they read my stories, and a few days later I was approved for 5G's!!! I smiled, looked up and gave thanks ... again.

I still wasn't sure about it, I went online comparing off road wheelchairs. Terrain Hopper looked the best of the bunch to me, but I couldn't pull the trigger and commit. Then a friend that I haven't spoke with for a year or so sends a message about an all-terrain wheelchair that I was just looking at! The universe just keeps presenting the idea. I look up and smile, give thanks, and proceed to order a new Terrain Hopper. Summer's going to be a blast! Sometimes things just line up!