Really Quick Report

25 04 2017

Went out Monday evening (4/24/17).  Started at 9:00 pm and finished at 9:46 and 37 seconds.  Same area. Same routine.  Caught about a dozen of those other fish as well.

That is all.





Windsday Walleye

12 04 2017

Oops, my mistake, never mind, I erred.  Forgot what day it was.

So I went out Tuesday night to add some more fish to the freezer.  I knew it was going to be windy but I thought with it being straight out of the west that it wouldn’t be to bad.  I was wrong.  The wind never did lie down and I was fighting it all night.  If I took my hand of the tiller I would start to spin around like a top in no time.  Fortunately, I was only out for an hour and a half.  The water was still dirty so I started with the same Smithwick’s I used Saturday.  That changed though because 5 minutes in I got hung up.  I managed to pull the weight free but my 40 foot lead was caught as well.  The wind started to spin me around, over the line, so I just snapped it before it got a chance to get hung up in the prop.  It broke right at the knot so I tied on an old snap that was lying on my console.  I grabbed a #11 bleeding Chartreuse Rapala that was attached to my magnetic strip and I was back at it.  Normally I don’t mix lure like this, because of the different dive rates, but having to fight the wind limited my ability to dig around in the storage area for my lure box.   It did get tangled with my 20 foot lead a couple of times but 3 of my fish came on the Rapala and the other 2 on the clown Smithwick.  I got my first fish about 6:45 pm and my last one at 8:00 pm.  There was about a half hour lull between numbers 4 and 5.  With darkness quickly approaching I figured I was going to be stuck at 4 but I told myself I would keep at it until 8 and my persistence paid off.

No size to any of these fish, all between 16 and 18 inches.  They are all probably from the same year class. No undersized fish yet and no big ones either.  Not that I’m complaining but I would like one 25+ inch fish to smoke.

As I said before the water is still dirty but it is improving.  I’ve heard reports that there is clear water upstream so it shouldn’t be much longer.  I didn’t take a water temperature reading either but I’m betting it is in the upper 40 range.  Soon those other fish will show up and I can hardly wait.  NOT!!!!





Late October Walleye

30 10 2016

After what turned out to be the worst week of my life I decided I needed a little normalcy.  Since the Huron hasn’t been cooperating for Steel I decided to go back to my old reliable, Detroit River walleye.  I arrived at the ramp around 6:00 pm and to my dismay I saw that the river was a lovely shade of grey.  Normally dirty water doesn’t scare me but with overcast skies and a sunset coming soon my window of opportunity would be short.  I set up in my normal area and worked over my familiar haunts.  Visibility was about a foot and there were hardly any weeds.  Surface temp was about 52 degrees which is just a lot better then the 65 degrees it was last time out.  It didn’t take long and I had my first eater in the box.  He hit a #7 Perch Rapala (The discontinued style with the gold plate belly) on my kicker.  As it would turn out, every fish I caught would come on that lure, even the one I lost.  I only managed three for the night and they all came in the first 45 minutes.  Once it got dark out everything shut down.  I fished until 8 but it was to no avail.  Not surprising, experience has shown me that dirty water and nightfall do not necessarily equal success.  If anything it means I should have got out earlier.  At least I was able to get out for a few hours and escape my phone for a bit.  I didn’t winterize the engine, not just yet.  Temps are going to stay in the 50’s for awhile so I may take advantage of it for a bit.  It’s not over yet.

So I ended up with 3 eaters, all light, grey fish.  Not the typical yellow/black colors more common for the resident river fish.  All of them had emerald shiners in their stomachs.  I also noticed a lot of splashing in the Edison discharge so that means the gizzard shad are in.  Hopefully some more walleye are right behind them.

No pictures tonight.  I figure everyone has seen enough pictures of 17 inch fish.

On another more personal note, I am going to shut this down for a bit.  As I had said earlier this past week was the worst of my life and it really drained me emotionally.  I have a lot of things to sort out now and take care of and I really don’t have the energy, time or desire to make anymore entries.  Maybe after a break of a few moths I will start up again.  There is still plenty of time left to get some walleye so get out there, good luck, be safe and cherish the ones around you.





Strange Night Walleye 8/5/16

7 08 2016

Ever have one of those nights where you just know nothing is going to go right?  That nagging feeling where something feels off?  Like maybe you should have just stayed home?  Well tonight was one of those nights.  I can’t pin that nagging feeling on any particular thought but I just knew it was going to be a strange night.

I arrived on the water just before 9:00 pm.  The water was still clear and there were hardly any weeds.  So far so good.  About 10 minutes in I had my first walleye on and unfortunately I lost him as I was flipping him in.  No big deal, it’s happened before and it will happen again.  Shortly after that I had another fish on but it was no walleye.  It took me awhile to get him to the surface but when I did my thoughts as to what it was were confirmed, Muskie.  There are two fish I never want to deal with out here, a sturgeon and a muskie.  One because he is too damn big, the other because he has too many teeth.  This one was hooked well too (on a 50 cent tin spoon no less), right in the top of the jaw.  Normally I try to keep him in the water and just try to remove the lure with a pair of pliers.  There wasn’t much of a chance for that so I netted him, or at least I tried to.  Once I got him in the net, it broke.  It took some doing but I eventually got the hook out of him.  This is when things got interesting.  I dropped the lure into the bottom of the boat, or so I thought.  The leader fell over the side and drifted back into my prop.  I saw the leader peel out of the boat and I quickly killed the engine.  So there I was, drifting downstream, 3 tangled leaders, one in the prop and a 30 inch muskie in my hand.  First things first, I released the muskie and got the leader out of my prop.  I replaced the leader that was all chewed up by the prop and teeth, pointed my boat back north and started fishing again.

By now the sun had set and the wind was slowly shifting from west to NW.  It was a light wind at first but eventually it sped up to around 15 mph.  Boat control was interesting once that happened.  I could point my boat straight north and still move sideways from west to east.  If I wasn’t careful I would be headed downstream in a hurry.  I fought through it though and managed to pick up a couple of walleye before I hooked into 20+ inches of line tangling fury, a smallmouth.  I wasn’t taking any chances tonight, especially after my last incident.  I got my other two leaders in and then I concentrated on getting the fish in.  It took awhile but eventually I got him to the boat and released.  It was way to dark for a decent picture so I just let him go.  I had drifted downstream some so I motored back up to where I wanted to be and got back to the walleye.  By now I had two in the cooler and was debating quitting because of the wind.  Fishing isn’t any fun when you are constantly battling the conditions.  While I was assessing my options I hooked what turned out to be about 100 feet of spider wire and all the crap that had collected around it.  What a mess.  I finally got that straightened around and I was seriously debating just giving up when I had another fish.  It turned out to be a channel cat, why these things took up residence in the channel is still a mystery to me.  This was starting to get annoying, I was catching more of what I didn’t want instead of what I did want.  It was at that point that I hooked and landed my 3rd walleye for the evening.  It never ceases to amaze me how catching another fish can give you just enough incentive to stay out a little longer.  I told myself that I would stick it out until I got a 4th.  About 10 minutes later I did and was headed in.  I thought about trying for a 5th but I wasn’t going to push my luck.  A lot of things went wrong tonight (I won’t even go into the boat that cut me off) and I didn’t see a need to press it.  I still had that nagging feeling that I should get off the water.  With no moon or cloud cover it was very dark and I was the only boat out.  Discretion is the better part of valor and so I headed in.  There will be better days.

Huh…I just noticed this in the picture.  The rear hook on the #9 Rapala is gone.  Wonder when that happened?

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Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

8 05 2016

Went out last Friday evening (5/6) for another crack at the walleye before those other fish show up in force.  Weather wise it was completely different from two days ago.  Clear skies and warmer temps were the norm this evening.  Because of that I didn’t even leave the house until well after 8.  There were a few more boats out tonight compared to Wednesday as well.  Word must have got out that the fish were snapping.  Either that or the fact that this was going to be the nicest night weather wise we have had in over 2 weeks.  I headed to my usual area and started fishing around 8:45 pm.  My girlfriend Susan came along this evening to enjoy the nice weather and keep me company.  She also kept track of what time I caught each fish. I kept her busy almost immediately because I caught my first one in 5 minutes and by 10:02 pm number 5 was in the boat and we were headed home.

8:50

8:52

9:02

9:32

10:02

There was one undersized fish thrown in there between numbers 4 and 5 and a few of those other fish as well.  I know there are millions of them sitting in Lake Erie just waiting for the temperature to hit that magic number.  They probably started moving in this weekend.  I just hope they get it over with early this year.

All in all it was a near perfect evening.  Water is still very clear and the surface temp was around 51 degrees.  There was a lot of debris in the water tonight, like someone opened a sewer line farther upstream.  One fish came on Riley Special spoon and the rest came on the same two Rapala’s from Wednesday night.  Talked to a few other fishermen and it seemed like everyone was catching fish, some more than others.  I was glad I could get out these last couple of nights.  High winds will be keeping me on shore for the weekend.  Maybe one more night next week before the other fish hit their peak.

We shall see.

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Drizzly Walleye 5/4/16

5 05 2016

There is nothing more depressing than watching the rain fall through your office window when you want to fish.  This was the case Wednesday as I sat at my desk and stared out the window in front of me.  This window is on the 6th floor and faces NW so I get a bird’s eye view of any storm coming my way.  Most days it is pretty cool to see a thunderstorm roll in but today was different, I wanted to go fishing after work.  Early forecasts were calling for thunderstorms in the evening but as the day wore on that chance dwindled away.  By the time I got home all rain had stopped, the wind had died down to nothing and the overcast skies remained.

Time to catch some fish.

Of course, once I arrived at the ramp around 8:15, the rain started up again.  It was just a light drizzle and it would continue to do this the whole time I was out.  At least the wind was next to nothing.  When I was out last Sunday night the NE wind never quit and I spent more time fighting it instead of fishing.  I’ll take a little rain over the wind any day.  By 8:30 pm I was lines down and working my way north against the current.  Water temps were right around 50 degrees and the water was still very clear.  Nothing much happened at first but once it got dark things turned on in a hurry.  Just after 9:00 pm I had my first fish on for the night and what would turn out to be the biggest.  A 24 inch male grabbed my #11 Black and Gold Rapala on my 40 foot lead.  I eased him and and when I got him to the surface I could see he was barely hooked.  I had a feeling he might be since he hit it so lightly.  I had my net handy and after a well placed scoop he was in the cooler.  About 5 minutes later number 2 grabbed the same lure and he met the same result.  While I was resetting lines I decided to swap out the #9 Rapala on my 20 foot lead for another #11 Rapala in a custom color called Pink Lemonade.  No sooner had the weight hit the bottom when number 3 hit that custom Rapala.  A quick flip and he was in the cooler as well.  Around 9:30 number 4 hit the same Rapala and into the cooler he went.  I was beginning to think that I would be done soon and of course, it didn’t happen.  I didn’t catch the last one until 10:00 pm.  That 30 minutes seemed like forever.  I started to question lure color, location, speed, everything I could think of.  I guess it just goes to show how spoiled I am when it comes to walleye fishing.  I know a lot of people that would be thrilled to get a limit in less than an hour and here I am bitching about it.  The last fish was the smallest of the night and he too hit the pink lemonade Rapala.  Nothing on my kicker tonight and I only had one casualty,  I busted the lip on #9 Rapala earlier.  During that half hour I also caught two of those other fish.  To be honest I was surprised I didn’t catch more.  I had been hearing reports for the last week of people catching them everywhere.  It was only a matter of time.  They should really take off this weekend with the warm water.

So the final tally for the night was 5 walleye ranging in size from 18 to 24 inches long, all males and all caught on #11 Rapala’s in Black/Gold and Pink Lemonade.  One minor casualty and a couple of unmentionables.  It drizzled most of the night but it was so light I never really got wet.  The wind did eventually pick up some but nothing to get excited about.  During my short little slump I did move out of the area that I had caught all my fish.  Don’t know how much of a difference it really made but once I got about 200 yards north I hooked and landed the last one.  Did they move?  Did they shut down?  Was it a fluke?  I’ll never know, to many variables to try and pin it down on one thing.  Doesn’t matter though, 5 fish were in the box and I was headed home.

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10/21/15, The trip that wasn’t.

22 10 2015

I had been thinking about going out walleye fishing all day long.  Nothing new but for some reason today I was feeling anxious about it.  It could have been because I hadn’t been out in over a month.  It could have been because the temps were dropping and I was hopeful that some bigger fish had moved in.  It could have also been because my inner voice was trying to tell me that something terrible was going to happen and that I should stay home.

I should really listen to my inner voice.

I rushed home from work and by 6:15 the boat was hooked up and I was on my way.  I arrived at the ramp at 6:30 and much to my delight no one was there to collect my money.  So far so good.  I pulled into position and started to get ready.  The wind was out of the south but it didn’t appear to be to bad.  I unhooked the trailer lights and released the stern straps.  I put my stern light in and pulled the switch.

Nothing.

I checked the connections on the battery and still nothing.  I check the bow lights and they were off as well.  I tried to turn on my Depth finder and still nothing.  I scratched my head for a second and checked the connections again, still nothing.  I pulled the battery out and checked everything over and it all looked good.  I tried to start the engine and absolutely nothing.  Only conclusion……Dead battery.  First time I have ever had that happen to me.  I must have left something on from my last trip and completely drained the battery.  Oh well, I hooked everything back up and headed for home.  Once I got the boat put away I hooked the battery up to the charger and sure enough 0.0%

Stupid Inner Voice.