04-24-2024, 12:54 PM
Just like my last trip, I hadda go fishing Tuesday instead of a better forecasted Wednesday. Launched at Willard south marina…after a go-round with a boat doofus. I pulled in to the last parking spot next to the water at the north ramp. With the high water, it makes it easy to unload and launch my tube right where I park. But as I was starting to unload my vehicle a boat trailer backed down only a couple of feet from the back of my car. A whole ramp open and he chooses to launch right on top of me. So I told him I was in the process of launching my float tube and he was blocking be from doing so. After a couple of unkind remarks he said they would only be a minute. Turned out to be over ten minutes as they needed to finish loading the boat from the truck, etc. Hadn’t even prepped for launch.
When my blood pressure subsided, I finished launching…about 7:30 am. Air temp 50…only getting up to about 65 by noon departure. Cloudy with a cool breeze most of the morning. Water temp inside the marina was only 50. A couple of degrees warmer in the main lake…getting up to about 54 by the time I left. Muddy inside. Stained outside.
Cruised around from shallow (12’) to deeper (22’) looking for love while dragging a succession of crawler rigs in different sizes, shapes and colors. Saw very little on TV and even less on my line. Ya cain’t ketch ‘em where they ain’t. Once I find fish I can usually fish them efficiently and catch a few from my float tube. But I am limited in how far and how fast I can go to cover more water to find more fish. Have heard reports of a few anglers finding a few fish in the past few days so I was hopeful.
Not even a sniff until I found an area with some bottom anomalies in about 21’. First bite was a walleye…just like on my last trip. No cheers yet. The 18 incher was inexperienced and didn’t know how to hang on. Arranged his own release for bad behavior a couple o feet from the net. Had a couple of other bites later that I’d like to think were walleyes. And a few “perch pecks”.
But…as is often the case for me at Willard…the everlovin’ kitties killed the skunk and stretched my string a few times. No matter what my targeted species for the day, the kitties usually pay no attention to the directions and bite anyway. But I always appreciate the tugs and enjoy them on the table. Ended up bringing in about 7…up to maybe 22 or 23 inches. Kept the first two for the fillet board and released the rest.
Quite a few boats out on the water today but did not see evidence of much success. Nobody stayed in any defined area. Several boats hit the island zone briefly and then left. And of the ones who chatted with me…on the water or back at the ramp…none reported any success. So I was happy I had at least got some "hand to fin" combat.
Had another absurd boater vs float tuber encounter back at the ramp. I pulled my tube back up next to my vehicle…at the very edge of the ramp…leaving the rest of the ramp open for boat launching. As I was unlocking my car I noticed a big power cruiser backing down….at an angle…directly toward me and my tube. I made some noise and they stopped, pulled forward a little and finished backing down to launch. WITHIN A COUPLE OF FEET OF MY RAMPED FLOAT TUBE. Three empty launch ramps and this joker has to almost run over my float tube to launch.
The rest of the story? After the boat was off the trailer the truck driver gunned it and sent a big wave washing up over the ramp…washing my float tube back out into the marina. I was still wearing my waders so I was able to wade out deep enough to grab my tube before the stiffening breeze carried it across the lake. But my fins that had been resting on the tube were gone…under the muddy water somewhere. Took me a long time to probe around with the end of my net to find both of my fins. Some peoples kids!
When my blood pressure subsided, I finished launching…about 7:30 am. Air temp 50…only getting up to about 65 by noon departure. Cloudy with a cool breeze most of the morning. Water temp inside the marina was only 50. A couple of degrees warmer in the main lake…getting up to about 54 by the time I left. Muddy inside. Stained outside.
Cruised around from shallow (12’) to deeper (22’) looking for love while dragging a succession of crawler rigs in different sizes, shapes and colors. Saw very little on TV and even less on my line. Ya cain’t ketch ‘em where they ain’t. Once I find fish I can usually fish them efficiently and catch a few from my float tube. But I am limited in how far and how fast I can go to cover more water to find more fish. Have heard reports of a few anglers finding a few fish in the past few days so I was hopeful.
Not even a sniff until I found an area with some bottom anomalies in about 21’. First bite was a walleye…just like on my last trip. No cheers yet. The 18 incher was inexperienced and didn’t know how to hang on. Arranged his own release for bad behavior a couple o feet from the net. Had a couple of other bites later that I’d like to think were walleyes. And a few “perch pecks”.
But…as is often the case for me at Willard…the everlovin’ kitties killed the skunk and stretched my string a few times. No matter what my targeted species for the day, the kitties usually pay no attention to the directions and bite anyway. But I always appreciate the tugs and enjoy them on the table. Ended up bringing in about 7…up to maybe 22 or 23 inches. Kept the first two for the fillet board and released the rest.
Quite a few boats out on the water today but did not see evidence of much success. Nobody stayed in any defined area. Several boats hit the island zone briefly and then left. And of the ones who chatted with me…on the water or back at the ramp…none reported any success. So I was happy I had at least got some "hand to fin" combat.
Had another absurd boater vs float tuber encounter back at the ramp. I pulled my tube back up next to my vehicle…at the very edge of the ramp…leaving the rest of the ramp open for boat launching. As I was unlocking my car I noticed a big power cruiser backing down….at an angle…directly toward me and my tube. I made some noise and they stopped, pulled forward a little and finished backing down to launch. WITHIN A COUPLE OF FEET OF MY RAMPED FLOAT TUBE. Three empty launch ramps and this joker has to almost run over my float tube to launch.
The rest of the story? After the boat was off the trailer the truck driver gunned it and sent a big wave washing up over the ramp…washing my float tube back out into the marina. I was still wearing my waders so I was able to wade out deep enough to grab my tube before the stiffening breeze carried it across the lake. But my fins that had been resting on the tube were gone…under the muddy water somewhere. Took me a long time to probe around with the end of my net to find both of my fins. Some peoples kids!