FISH CATCHING TRAVEL
An Epic Day
Some days it is your turn, some days it is not. Today was not my turn, but it is hard to describe the day the Shoedog had. All I have to say it I am sure glad I was here to see it. The plan was to head back to the weed bed from yesterday first for some pike, then off to a new area for smallmouth. Shoedog got right with the program and boated another nice pike.
Let the games begin.
We are throwing jerkbait, grub, spinnerbait, and buzzbait and we started with jerkbait over the emerging grass, a classic spring pattern. The pike were not there like yesterday so we headed down the bank and here came musky number 1.
A great fish. This would be 1.
Clyde and John were coming down the bank the other way and as we went to give then a hard time Clyde hooked up.
Clyde with a nice pike.
When we got close John said we forgot the net so I gave them the boga grip and they used that. After fishing that area it was time for a move. We headed up lake to an area known as Bass Alley. A huge spawning cove, it is only 7 foot or less, with a few weeds, and a sand bottom. Last night there was a cold front, imagine that in Canada, and combined with a cool rain it was apparent they had mostly vacated the premises.
Shoedog with a nice smallie. This is what we were after.
We hit a rocky point at the mouth and managed to put a couple of smallies in the boat. His on jerkbait, mine on grub. I missed another one but that was it for me for quite a while.
Look at the gut on that thing. Little did I know it would only be one more for me the rest of the day.
From there we headed to Peninsular Bay. Clyde and John were there with us, catching pike and smallies right along. I could not catch a cold. Shoedog put on a buzzbait and this 40″ exploded on it close to a beaver dam. It was an epic struggle.
This would be number 2.
We worked that area over pretty hard and though the other guys were catching them, we just could not seem to get it going. From there we all went back down lake to try for some lake trout. We trolled for about an hour and it was either take a nap or go back to casting.
At this point the sun finally came out and the water started to warm immediately. Shoedog and I headed to the area we caught some nice smallies yesterday. I caught another bass, and of course the Shoedog caught another musky.
But he was not done yet. Number 3.
He was throwing a buzzbait and they were right on the bank. No wonder the smallmouth deserted us. If you are eating at McDonalds and the Hells Angels show up you would hit the road too. To finish the day we headed back to the weed bed to try one more time for pike. And of course what happened? You know.
Musky number 4 – A freakin’ epic day!
So there you have it, congratulations to Shoedog. They say they are a fish of a thousands casts, but 4 in one day when not fishing for them is to crazy to believe. As I look out over the lake typing this the guys are down at the dock, a fire going, chatting with friends new and old about fishing. The new crowd is here for the week and things are getting ramped up. It is beautiful here, and I will get a few pictures up to give you a feel for what we are suffering with right now.
It is almost 9 and when they get up here we will eat and make a plan. Probably over to Lake of the Woods for some smallmouth, walleye, and pike. There is so much to say but I just can’t get it all down. I wake at 4 and by time we eat it will be straight to bed. This has the look of one of the more epic trips of all time. So keep stopping in and thanks for reading my stuff.
Good Luck and Tight Lines.
(There is so much more and when I take a break one day I will get more for you.)
