Walleye?
I spent most of yesterday in the back of the boat fishing. It had only been May since we last took the boat on the water and we were way overdue. Thankfully one of my dad's suppliers came into town and he likes to fish. Arrangements were made and off we went.When we fish, we troll or we basically drag lures behind the boat trying to entice them to bite. We unloaded, this time with the drain plug in and off we went. I'm sitting in my customary seat beside my father, with the supplier riding co-pilot while Don was driving. Not even 15 minutes into the trip, I notice the boat motor is smoking. I mention it to Don who said it was normal, to which I replied this isn't a normal smoke.
Don shut the motor down so he could look at it. There was a piece of hose/tubing by the oil reservoir that was so deteriorated, it crumbled when touched. We limped back to the boat ramp, loaded the boat onto the trailer while trying to figure out our plan of attack. Dad thought he knew of a guy who used to repair boat motors right outside of the little town close to the lake. That proved fruitless as the old guy had died a while ago.
After much discussion with a mechanic at a car dealership, along with more broken hose, we drug the boat to the auto parts store and somehow came up with a fix. Naturally, we took the boat back to the water to fish. It ran fine for most of the day outside of a few sputters and cut outs.
Right away pulling out of the ramp, Gene caught a nice 3 lb. wiper, Dad caught a keeper walleye, and I missed a walleye that I saw but it managed to get off my line. We hung up on something down on the bottom, most likely a lure grabbing stump. After Dad unsnagged the lure, Don told us to hold on and we zipped across the lake.
I'm sitting there wondering exactly WTF we're doing as we just caught a keeper walleye, which seems few and far between. I try to ask my Dad, and he just shakes his head. I think Don's got fisherman's ADD because that would be the only way we would switch hot spots. Of course we don't catch ANYTHING on the other side of the lake.
We head back and I promptly catch a keeper walleye. I resisted the urge to say "WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT" but I managed to squash that urge. A little storm seemed to try to build up to the south and the fish started biting. Wait, I meant the walleye started biting. It had been a long time since we had caught walleye like that. I think Dad caught 9 and had 2 keepers (the length limit being 18 inches)I caught 3 and two of mine were keepers including one about 6 lbs, and Don caught one that went about 6 lbs. We caught fish and the day was good, despite everything.
Oh yeah, SPF 85 works.....if you apply it.
posted by Rusty @ 7:54 AM
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