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.