10-06-2017, 09:13 PM
[#0000FF]Full moon? Don't scare me none. And the weather forecast showed calm until about noon. Good 'nuff.
Hit Willard north marina and launched about 7ish. Air temp a cool 41. Water temps 57 inside and 58 outside. Doable. Also...flat calm...for a while. And as it got lighter you could see some purty colors on the mountains.
Powered out to my starting spot. Pitched out a fire tiger flig (floating jig) rig with a minnow on one rod. Tossed a parade of plastics on the other. Had one hit on plastics early. That was it. No walleyes, wipers or crappies were harmed in the making of this report.
First cookie cutter kitty slammed my flig rig within a few minutes of starting. Take that, Mr. Moon. No skunk today. Other cats volunteered one from their midst about every half hour...just to keep an old man interested and entertained.
Had five cats in my basket by about 9:30. Then the UNforecast southerly zephyr came blowing in from the south. Instant bumps on the water and the wind was strong enough I could not kick against it. So I brought in my rods, fired up the electric and started fighting my way back to the harbor...with the motor often cavitating as it lifted out of the water.
It took a while but I made it. Happy ending. But I had planned to fish inside the protection of the harbor and it was almost white-capping when I got there. Phooey. Loaded up and headed for the fish cleaning station.
Heard a familiar voice at the filletatorium. FatBiker had his black furry kid (dog) out for some exercise and stopped by to see if I was still there. He was even wearing a sling on his right arm after shoulder surgery...his excuse for not going fishing today. What a wimp.
His purty young shepherd offered to help me clean the fish. But I didn't want her to get smelling like fish so I declined. Appreciated the offer though.
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Hit Willard north marina and launched about 7ish. Air temp a cool 41. Water temps 57 inside and 58 outside. Doable. Also...flat calm...for a while. And as it got lighter you could see some purty colors on the mountains.
Powered out to my starting spot. Pitched out a fire tiger flig (floating jig) rig with a minnow on one rod. Tossed a parade of plastics on the other. Had one hit on plastics early. That was it. No walleyes, wipers or crappies were harmed in the making of this report.
First cookie cutter kitty slammed my flig rig within a few minutes of starting. Take that, Mr. Moon. No skunk today. Other cats volunteered one from their midst about every half hour...just to keep an old man interested and entertained.
Had five cats in my basket by about 9:30. Then the UNforecast southerly zephyr came blowing in from the south. Instant bumps on the water and the wind was strong enough I could not kick against it. So I brought in my rods, fired up the electric and started fighting my way back to the harbor...with the motor often cavitating as it lifted out of the water.
It took a while but I made it. Happy ending. But I had planned to fish inside the protection of the harbor and it was almost white-capping when I got there. Phooey. Loaded up and headed for the fish cleaning station.
Heard a familiar voice at the filletatorium. FatBiker had his black furry kid (dog) out for some exercise and stopped by to see if I was still there. He was even wearing a sling on his right arm after shoulder surgery...his excuse for not going fishing today. What a wimp.
His purty young shepherd offered to help me clean the fish. But I didn't want her to get smelling like fish so I declined. Appreciated the offer though.
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