Saturday started out a little rough on the fishing end of things, then it got really good, and then almost at the end it got UGLY.
Left Bolles Harbour and made out way to the dumping grounds. Didn’t get into anything over there with the blade baits after a couple of drifts. That was the bad.
The good came when we made the move to some waypoints between the Toledo Light and Turtle Island. We had lots of company, which was a good thing, nothing like a little friendly banter on the water while everyone is catching fish at the same time.
The second picture kind of hurts, but will get back to that in a bit. Soon after we made the move the fish started going in the box. Six of our first walleyes were caught on Silver Streak’s blade baits. Most were caught on Pink Squirrel, second most came on Margarita, with another one coming on Pink Panties.
The wind was right, barely a ripple in the water, which allowed us to stay on spot for long periods of time. After one of the moves here comes the ugly part, referenced earlier in the relevance of the second picture. As I went to throw out the drift sock, which was only needed with the last three drifts as the wind kicked up just a little, the bag caught one of my rods on the throw. I knew what had happened right away, and my gut felt that wrenching feeling. Into the water went my Avid spinning rod with one of my prized Cardinal Tournament reels. As bad as losing that 6’3″ rod was, and did catch most of the fish on it all spring, the reel cannot be replaced, because it hasn’t been made in over ten years.
I threw on one of my Northland 3/4 oz Buckshot Rattle spoons and tried to dredge it back up. But it was not to be, but next time out will rig something up to try again. In the meantime, I busted out a white Domka hair jig, while Cliff, my neighbor and fishing partner in crime through on a purple one. We each caught one to get the last two fish we needed to get our Ohio limit for the day. At that point it was a bitter sweet end to a day where normally it would have been considered a great day fishing.
In this pic, there are the 8 fish from Saturday, and the one fish we kept from Friday. Totally opposite days, I caught two fish that day, but one was belly hooked and had to go back in the water.
With my lessons learned from Saturday, I might actually look into something like this to prevent losing another jigging rod. At least it might keep it floating long enough to get a hold of it.