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Moon over the Grosse Isle bridge.
It’s no secret that I like to fish for walleye during the full moon periods. Normally I do pretty well but after the last two full moons I’m beginning to wonder. The Sturgeon Moon was less than stellar and The Harvest Moon turned out to be even worse. Hopefully the Hunter’s Moon in October will break the trend.
I arrived at the ramp around 8:30 pm and I had the whole place to myself. No other cars in the lot, not even the ones normally parked over by the Marina. I launched and headed south to my usual starting spot. The water was still clear and a surface temp of around 65 degrees. A few weeds were floating down, mostly single strands with the occasional large mat. The south wind had died down to almost nothing which kept the water relatively calm. Seemed like the start of a good night. To bad the walleye had other plans.
I trolled around for the next two hours and all I had to show for my efforts was a half a dozen smallmouth and a few sub-legal walleye. I tried different size lures, different colors, spoons, pencil plugs, just about every thing I could think of but I couldn’t get anything going. Around 10:00 pm I got hung up bad and after 10 minutes of trying to free the weight the shank snapped right at the loop. I lost the shank, weight and 3 custom painted Rapala’s. I thought about giving up right then but I hadn’t been skunked in almost 3 years and I wasn’t about to let it happen tonight. I dug out another shank, weight, leaders and lures and started all over again, after I moved away from where I got hung up. About 15 minutes later I finally caught a legal fish. Not much of one but it was a start. I tossed him in the cooler and headed towards the Edison discharge. I hadn’t been by there lately so I thought I would give it a shot. Weeds were a lot worse there and I could feel them starting to pile up on my line. Just as I was about to pull my lines and clear the weeds I felt a lot of weight. I figured I hit a big mat of weeds, under the surface, so I started to pull it all up. The “weeds” were all on my 40 foot leader so once I got my other two lines clear and out of the way I started to bring it in. About half way in the load became lighter and I figured some of them must have come off. I looked back and my headlamp showed a pair of eyes staring back at me. That stupid fish never shook once, she just came in like a wet towel. It was a bigger fish so I wasn’t taking any chances. I got my net behind her and just as I start to scoop she shook and threw the lure. Didn’t matter, she was in the net and then in the cooler. After that I decided to call it a night. I was headed to Columbus Ohio in the morning and I needed some rest. I had enough fish to fill a vacuum seal bag and I didn’t get skunked. It did turn out to be my most expensive trip of the year but I won’t lose any sleep over it. It was my own fault for not swapping out shanks and leaders. I had been using the same one all season so I’m sure it had been stressed in a few places. One of these days I will start to listen to my own advice.
I doubt it.
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NE winds and clear blue skies. Seems like a perfect night to go fishing.
Yes, that was sarcasm.
It had been a couple of weeks since my last trip and I was feeling the need to go fishing. I at least waited until dark. I arrived at the ramp at 8:30 pm and was lines down at 8:45 pm. I was happy to see that there weren’t and big mats of weeds. I feared it might be bad considering there were NE winds all day. I started off with a pair of Downriver Tackle Custom Lures, a #11 Rapala in Pink Lemonade and a #9 Rapala in the Spring Valley Special II pattern. I also had a #9 Original Rapala along for the ride since that was it all it did. Just swim, not a single hit on it, not even a bass.
About 9:00 pm I had my first fish and by 10:45 I had my fifth keeper. I also caught a few 8 to 10 inch walleye and all 3 hit the number #11 Rapala. Clear proof that their eyes were bigger than their stomachs. Only caught a couple of bass as well. It was a pretty peaceful and uneventful night except for about 5 minutes. Around 10:00 pm I got hung up, or so I thought. I felt one of my lures get tangled up in what I thought was a bunch of fishing line. I could feel it give just a little but I knew it was going to take some time. I started to circle downstream and gain wire back into the reel. Eventually I got close and was able to get my hand on the shank. My 40 foot lead was the one that was snagged so I got the two shorter ones in first. I started to pull on the longer leader and I could feel a tremendous amount of weight on it. I slowly began to pull it in when all of a sudden it started to shake. Turns out I wasn’t snagged on some old line, I was snagged onto a fish. There wasn’t a lot of headshakes, just a lot of dead weight. I thought for sure I snagged a sturgeon but it turns out I hooked a big channel cat in the head. He was coming in upside down, thus all the weight and lack of movement. I finally got him to the boat and removed the lure so I could send him on his way. He was well over 30 inches and probably quite relieved to be sent on his way, minus the lure in his head.
After that not much happened. I caught number 5 at 10:45 and packed it in shortly after that. 5 more for the freezer and no damage or lost lures. Hope this continues for the rest of the year. Just need the temperature to start dropping. Then it will be walleye during the week and steelhead on the weekend. One thing that I did notice to night was that the fish were up off the bottom and moving around. The first two fish I caught was while I was brining in my leaders to check for weeds. The last two came on my kicker after I shortened up the lead from 7 to 4 feet. Just goes to show that they aren’t always hugging the rocks.