Yesterday morning I decided to take a short ride up into the White Mountain National Forest. I wanted to see some of the flood damage that followed Hurricane Irene and also ride my favorite dirt road up through Sandwich Notch.
I had forgotten my camera, but I’m sure many of you have seen some of the destruction on the news.
The dirt road was full of wash-outs. Not passable by a 4 wheel vehicle; a challenge on the KLR. The only other person I saw (and talked to) was on a BMW R1200GS coming the other way. I hope he made it down through the wash-outs.
I took a side track to one of our remote mountain ponds. Just before the track ends, it fords the pond’s outlet stream. I crossed the stream and turned around at the pond. Just as I was about to re-cross the stream I felt something tug on the right cuff of my pants. I glanced down and saw nothing. On the far bank I decided to stop and make sure nothing was crawling up my pant leg. Nothing there. But, when I walked around to the right side of the bike I saw some fishing line.
It turns out I had about 200 feet of 8 to 10 pound test monofilament wrapped around both sides of my front hub, under the bike and around the rear hub (behind the sprocket). Removal took about 15 minutes with a knife and needle-nose pliers. Fortunately I caught it before it got too tight or before it started melting. Yes, I packed it out with me.
Some points to make to the a** that left the fishing line:
- That’s littering.
- That’s a national forest.
- Fishing line is a hazard to ALL wildlife, not just fish (not to mention motorcycles).
- 4 pound test is sufficient for our brook trout.