Fall is slowly trying to creep into the fishing scene. Water temps have been remaining in the 66º range, putting my “go to” crappie fishing lakes on hold, for the most part. There are a few lakes producing panfish on a regular basis but most of them are just a tad too warm to get the fish moving to the deeper basins, where they are much easier to find.
I’ve been doing well on the walleyes, finding bigger, slot fish, in deeper water and “eaters” shallower, in 17’ or so. It all depends on what you’re looking for. I normally go for the bigger fish, not caring if I bring anything home. Many times, I head to the lake with no live bait at all. However, if I’m planning a fish fry, minnows will be brought along.
I can hardly wait for things to cool off, as the shallow walleye bite really takes off and most baits shops will have the larger minnows (fathead or rainbow chubs) that I prefer to use. As for now, the chub minnows are pretty darn small and best used when seeking larger crappies. A preferred water temp, for me, is around 57º. That’s when I’ve done very well on the walleyes with a jig and minnow.
(Image) Father and Son Fun. Casey Clusiau and father, Scott, enjoyed a day on the water last weekend.
By the looks of it, the bear season got underway with a bang (pun intended). There’s been a lot of successful bear hunters so far. That’s one thing I’ve never done and one that I’ll more-than-likely never partake in but that’s just me. I’m usually too busy fishing.
There’s plenty of bears out there. We just never see them, unless using trail cameras. Unlike deer, which are all over the place. I remember seeing three of them cross the road in front of me, one time, while traveling on the Scenic Highway. Now, that’s not unusual, but they were spaced out, about a mile apart from one another, and all heading east at the same time. Weird.
I’m curious as to how the grouse season has been so far. I know you usually don’t see them too often, until the leaves fall, but I’ve heard reports of them being way down. I do know that I’ve only seen a couple all summer and I’m always traveling the backroads.
I used to hunt them a lot, when younger. One time, as I was walking the trails in the Buck Lake area, I saw one sitting on the ground. Carefully stalking my way toward it, I was surprised it wouldn’t move. I eventually ended up, walking right up to the bird and found that it had landed on a sharp stick and was dead. It must have just happened, as it was a typical, cool, fall morning and the bird was still warm.
The whitetail archery season has gotten underway and that’s another thing I’ve never done. That darn fishing gets in the way. It would, however, be a great time for sitting in the woods, as it’s not cold out and you always have a chance at seeing plenty of deer. Of course, you don’t want it too warm, as the bugs would be miserable.
It’s “Take a Kid Hunting Weekend”, this weekend, the start of the waterfowl season. I used to love hunting ducks, when I was a kid. My cousin, Bob Palava, and I would go at every chance.
Most of our efforts took place on Buck Lake, where we positioned ourselves in Porky Bay. It was either here, or on the river, Day Brook, where there was plenty of rice and careless ducks. Bob was a much better hunter than I was, and always paid attention to detail. I recall him not being satisfied with the decoys appearance, so he painted them to his liking. Bob was a great artist.
One time, when hunting with “Big Dan”, another cousin, we were in Porky Bay when a small flock flew over. Both of us shot at the same time, in the exact same direction, causing the boat to almost tip over, taking in water. That was a close call for two young hunters with not a lot of experience.
Duck hunting is a lot of fun but can also be very dangerous at the same time. There’s always the danger of going for a swim in ice cold water. Please be careful out there.
We shot plenty of ducks but never a goose, as the only time we would see them, they would be flying high and heading south. Now, they’re all over the place. I think I might be able to get one now, if I didn’t fish so much.
Good luck, be careful, and have fun. Enjoy the Great Outdoors.
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It’s that time of year again, for me anyway. Terry Wickstrom, my closest friend, is back in town for an annual visit for some fantastic fall fishing and a chance to touch base. Growing up in the Grand Rapids/Hibbing area, it’s always an opportunity for Terry to get back to his roots and enjoy the continual back-and-forth banter between us.
Terry’s been in the media limelight of the Rocky Mountains, ever since he made the move to the Denver area, many years ago. He’s retired, only recently, from his long-running television shows (Mt. States Fishing and Angling Adventures) but continues to write a weekly outdoors column for the Denver Post and has a Saturday morning radio show, Terry Wickstrom Outdoors, on 104.3 The Fan/ESPN. Many of his television shows can be found on the YouTube channel. Go to “The Best of Fishing with Terry Wickstrom.”
Last Saturday’s guest was legendary angler Al Lindner, who talked fishing for a half hour. I’m sure, as winter nears, I’ll be making a call to the station, as well, to talk ice fishing.
Wickstrom has a plethora of entertaining stories and I felt obligated to share a few of them with you.
Bismarck, ND – It was the late 90’s and the PWT walleye championship was being held there. Prior the event, Terry did a little pre-fishing with entrants Jim Randash and longtime friend Ron Seelhoff.
It was a difficult bite and Randash was having trouble in putting fish in the boat, along with most everyone else. Terry told him to concentrate on fish that were mixed with the baitfish, as they seemed to be the only biters.
Randash did so and ended up winning the championship. On stage, he told the crowd he had to “find the groceries” in order to locate biting fish. Jim went on to say “I’d like to thank Terry Wickstrom.”
With that being said, Seelhoff, the best troller in the business, gave Terry a dirty look, wondering why he didn’t help him. Terry said “you wouldn’t jig fish anyway.” Ron, who recently passed away, was the all-time money winner in the PWT tournaments and I highly doubt that he would have tried jig fishing. Terry was right.
Championship Fly Fishers – World famous fly fishermen, Lefty Kreh and Bob Closser (the Closser Minnow), were chatting when Bob asked Lefty “do you remember the first time we fly fished together? Remember what you asked me?”
“Yes” answered Lefty, I said “do you watch your back cast.” You said “no” and I replied “good, because I wouldn’t want to look at it either.”
UPS Up Early Angler – The local UPS driver was filling in Terry on a very good bite and it looked like another tv show in the works. The only problem was you had to be on the water by 5 am. Then it dawned on Terry, the fish bit all day but it was the only time the guy could fish before going to work.
Terry’s wife, Karen Kullhem Wickstrom, pretty much runs the show and does a lot of planning, involving setting up tv shoots and radio guests. She also did all the filming and editing of the television shows.
One time, while flying to location in Canada, she looked over and saw the pilot had fallen asleep! We always tease Terry, saying that all he needs to do is show up, catch fish, and then leave. He agrees.
Another trip found Karen sleeping alone in Canada, in a tent, but all was okay because she had a whistle and some bear pepper spray. Terry commented “that’s just a dinner bell and seasoning.”
Nunavut, Canada (near the Arctic Circle) – Karen was lying down, taking some great footage of a musk ox, at close range, when the guide said, “be ready to run, in case it charges.”
Wyoming Shoot – In order to get the best possible angle for filming, Karen was situated high above a small lake, set up on a ledge, when she noticed there were three large rattlesnakes behind her. Terry told her to “back away”, which wasn’t very well received, as she had nowhere to go, other than jump off a cliff into the water. Terry ended up beaching the float tube and driving all the way around to chase them away.
I recall doing a show with Karen in SE Minnesota, on the Root River. The fishing is great, but it is one of the few places in Minnesota that harbors rattlesnakes. We’re not quite sure what it was, but while filming, she could hear the tall grass moving behind her.
I don’t like snakes, never did and can’t imagine being along on the shoot that took place on the Snake River, between Oregon and Idaho, also called Hell’s Canyon. They had to have someone walk in front of them with a stick, to move the snakes out of the way.
Notable Quotes – Terry and I talk fondly of our Uncle Eino, who was a professional trapper in the early years and a great outdoorsman. Eino told of the time he was trapping beaver, when a large black bear wanted his catch. Walking backwards, keeping his eyes on the bear, he skinned the entire beaver and tossed the carcass to the hungry bruin.
One of Eino’s jokes was “do you walk to work or carry a lunch?” Yes, he thought funny.
Terry Wickstrom - “Anyone that tells me they catch fish every time is probably lying about everything else too.” Enjoy the Outdoors!
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It’s transition time and I’m liking it! All species, fish as well as game, are making their fall moves and for those that love the outdoors, it’s productive and exciting. Of course, the old saying “fall fishing is feast or famine” pretty much holds true, as there are days when it’s almost too easy to catch a bunch of fish, while the next day could offer a complete reversal of fortunes.
I’ve boated a few nice northern pike, recently, which tells me the water temps are dropping. Normally, you don’t see a lot of big fish during the warm months of summer but as it cools down, here they come and there’s good reason. They’re just following the “lunch wagon” around.
Spawning in mind, ciscoes (aka tullibees) venture closer to shore and shallower waters and top-of-the-line predators are usually not too far behind them. Larger northern pike and walleyes are chasing them around all season but much of it takes place in the main-lake basin areas.
How many have seen large flocks of loons and seagulls, diving and feeding heavily, out in the middle of the lake? They’re there for a reason and normally it’s smaller baitfish, but I’ve investigated this phenomenon several times and on a couple of occasions have found a few dead ciscoes laying on the surface. This is out in the middle of nowhere, in 45-50’ of water.
Upon close inspection of the ciscoes, I noticed they had large gashes in them, or bite marks.
This prompted me to try my hand at some deep, open water fishing, which resulted in only a couple of fish, but one of them was a solid 10 pound walleye. Another hit so hard, I had a line broken. Exciting for sure, but this can be awfully hard to figure out.
How far down are the baitfish? They scatter, as you approach, so you rarely see any on the graph, if they are “up high.” However, using a graph with a side imaging feature will allow you to see just how far away the clouds of bait are. Then you need to figure out just what type of lure it’ll take to catch these big fish. I picked out something that resembled a cisco, being white/silver and about 8” long (I’ve caught these suspended fish on crankbaits measuring 5-8”).
How much line to let out is another factor, depending on the lure being used. Something else to consider is the use of planer boards (we were using boards when we had one break our line. A big fish indeed). I’ve even had success using lead core line, trolling a small crankbait. It takes a lot of practice and experimenting to get this presentation down pat. It’s not easy by any means.
But for now, I’m focusing my efforts on the heavy weed lines, now that big fish are coming up shallow.
One way to tell if there are any big fish present is to try trolling smaller lures (spoons, rattle-baits, etc.) over and alongside the weeds for the typical, little northern pike that are there all summer. They’re usually a dime-a-dozen and provide non-stop action.
However, when the big fish move in, these little guys hightail it and are nowhere to be found. I’m not sure where they go, if it’s deep into the weeds or where, but they certainly aren’t where the big girls are. So, with that in mind, if trolling or casting the weed lines isn’t producing anything at all, keep at it. It’s just a matter of time.
Transition time also means that walleyes will be putting on the feedbag and looking for that jig and minnow. This is one of my favorite methods for fall walleyes, as they usually bite well and going home with a nice limit is almost a “gimmee.”
Crappie and bluegills are bunching up as well, and many of the local anglers are doing pretty good. If you’re struggling at catching some of these fall panfish, you may want to try another lake, or several of them. Once found, it’s way too easy, but you need to keep looking until that school is found.
Until you figure out just what the panfish want, bring along the entire arsenal, as it may change from day-to-day. Some days, crappie prefer minnows, and the next day it would be plastics. Be prepared to have fun. It’s all happening NOW.
"My first fall crappie outing is in the books and it was a good one. Yes, I know, it’s not really fall yet, but this one particular lake is usually the first to have panfish frequenting the deeper water and it performed right on schedule. I’ve been fishing this lake, in the fall, for 30 years now and kind of had an inkling that it would be good to go.
Glancing through my “fall crappie fishing” log, it shows that Lake X produces nice deep-water slabs during the latter days of August and continues to do so right up until first ice. It was spot on and I wish I had started keeping this journal decades ago.
This time, they wouldn’t touch plastics, preferring a jig/minnow presentation instead. It’s odd, how this plays out. The next time I head that direction, they might jump all over a jig/plastic. One never knows so it’s always good planning to bring a bucket of crappie minnows along.
Checking out another local lake, I found a nice school of bluegills, located just off a deep weed line in 14’ of water. A good-sized school, they bit well. This is always fun, even when mixing in a bunch of small fish. Again, plastics didn’t produce. It was a piece of nightcrawler that got them going. It was a regular feeding frenzy down there. Find a bunch of fish and the competition is usually fierce.
Releasing some big fish, and several smaller, I kept five. I had just received a new fish scaler and wanted to give it a try. I haven’t scaled a fish in well over 30 years but thinking of the “good old days” got me wanting to try it again. That’s the way we all cleaned fish, back then, as filleting wasn’t even heard of.
A small “work station” was set up in the backyard, complete with a garden hose to clean things up. The makeshift table, waist high, was perfect.
The scaler, a new product called the “Super Scaler”, worked to perfection and was actually fun to use. It certainly brought back a flood of memories. Heads, tails, and fins were cut off and things were looking pretty good. The fish, however, were a little slippery to hang on to and that had me a little nervous, when using a razor-sharp knife to cut out the fins. One slip and that would be it. I’m positive, I was better at it, many years ago.
I recall, back then, I would sometimes scale them outside, if the flies weren’t too bad. Such was the case last weekend. The weather was cool enough to keep insects at bay. As a matter-of-fact, I do most of my fall fish cleaning outside. It’s just a whole lot easier, when it comes to cleanup.
I also recall my warm weather scaling, that used to take place inside the house. You know how messy scaling can be? Well, to remedy this, I would fill the kitchen sink and scale them under water. This would keep the scales from flying all over the kitchen and everybody happy.
I made a post on Facebook, asking how many still scale fish and was really surprised at the results, as there are a lot of anglers that still do so. Actually, many prefer this method over filleting because of the great taste of pan-fried sunfish, skin, fins, and all.
I received comments like: “the best”, “the only way”, “gills taste great scaled”, etc. Some prefer leaving the fins on, as well. I remember doing this. And, of course, there are some that didn’t prefer to go this route, saying “all skin comes off in this house.”
Of course, there’s that “regional’ thing. While scaling may be preferred for some ocean fish (redfish, red snapper, etc.), it is also preferred by many for the midwestern states sunfish.
To each their own, but I was pleasantly surprised at how many “scalers” we have out there. Another thing, some were disappointed in the taste of their crappies, when prepared in this method for the frying pan. Most agree that crappies aren’t as good, when cooked this way, but bluegills are superior. I’d have to agree.
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"My goodness. What a fabulous walleye fishery Lake of the Woods is. I hardly ever get up there, but after last week, I think I’m going to have to make a few more trips this season. Wow. Four long days on this special big water is certain to leave lasting memories.
The AIM Pro Walleye Series state championship was held last Friday and Saturday and AIM captain/organizer Denny Fox couldn’t have picked a better lake.
Tournament partner Andy Walsh and I headed up early last Wednesday morning. I knew it would be a grind of a day, getting up and leaving Keewatin by 3 am, but it needed to be done. Only two precious pre-fishing practice days awaited us. We had to find big fish.
If there’s any problem at all in driving up that early, it’s the “deer thing.” Yes, we saw our share, but thankfully they stayed put on the side of the road.
Although we arrived early and got to fishing right away, we didn’t catch our first fish until 9:30 am. Yes, there’s a ton of walleyes in Lake of the Woods, but you’re also dealing with thousands of acres of water. As a matter-of-fact, the big lake, counting Canada’s portion, covers over 1,000,000 acres. However, once a fish is caught, you can pretty well bet there are a lot more waiting for you.
Fishing deep basin, mud areas, we concentrated on the 32-34’ areas. Fish roam in huge schools and there’s many a time that you’ll be able to find a big school and have it all to yourself.
That happened to Andy and me a couple years ago, while pre-fishing. On the day before the tournament, we found a bunch of nice fish, out in the middle of nowhere, and no one else was fishing there. However, on the next day, they had vanished. That’s one of the problems when dealing with big water.
Although Andy’s boat is set up with down-riggers, I used lead core, while Andy rigged. There were times when we’d out-fish one another because of the depth fished and lure selection. That’s what pre-fishing is all about, trying to find that hot pattern.
A good number of fish were caught, with the biggest being a fat 28”er, taken by Andy on a big Salmo. We knew it would take five big fish, like this, to win. One or two wouldn’t cut it.
Day two of practice had us catching and recording 33 pounds, which was okay but still not enough to be a threat. The AIM Pro Walleye Series has a “catch-photo-record-release” format and no fish are ever put in the livewell. They are quickly measured, photographed, and released back into the lake.
For the last three seasons, we each have our own duties, when a fish is caught. Andy does the measuring and holding of the fish, while I do the photography work. It wouldn’t matter if I had just caught a 10 pounder. Andy gets the glory of holding a fish the photo. It’s just the way it is. By doing this, we are far less likely to make any mistakes, as the fish could be disqualified. We’ve been okay so far.
Throughout our two days of practice, we tossed our most productive baits into a special tackle box I call the “hot box.”. These are the baits that produced the best during practice and the ones we would concentrate on using during the event. There’s just a lot less digging around this way. Andy’s best lures were a variety of Salmos, with blue/silver being good. Mine was a chartreuse/orange (“green crackle orange”) jerkbait made by Baker Lures (KMDA in Bovey).
On a side note, we had more than enough crankbaits to go around, as I brought along 325 of them and I know Andy had at least that many already in the boat. Can you have too many?
On the first day of the tournament, we boated 16 miles out and started catching fish. It’s a bit of a ride, especially when choppy.
It didn’t take long to put a 7 pounder in the boat. We followed up with a 7.63 pound fish and then a 6.55. We were catching some very nice fish but couldn’t improve on our smallest, a 6.34 pounder, and finished the day registering our top five fish for just under 36 pounds. That’s not bad when considering it’s a little over a 7 pound average. Yes, there’s plenty of big fish in these waters.
Day two started out a little on the slow side but eventually Andy tagged a big fish that weighed over 10 pounds. I caught a 7 pounder and lost a big fish right at the boat. We caught a lot of fish on this day but couldn’t find any other big ones and had to register three in the 4 pound range, for a total weight of 29.28 pounds.
For someone out just relaxing and enjoying a day on the water, that would have been pretty darn good, but we knew it wasn’t much when compared to some of the other angler’s success. We ended up placing 32nd out of 56 teams and weighed in ten fish for 65.11 pounds.
The winners, Tyler Wolden and Nate Leininger, weighed in a whopping 91.25 pounds, good for the state championship crown and $9,000. Rounding out the top five teams are 2nd – Longtine/Anderson 88.65 pounds, 3rd – Kriese/Klimmek 86.52 pounds, 4th – Grothe/Grothe 86.29 pounds, and 5th – Topper/Hasse 85.20 pounds. Congratulations to all.
Good luck, be safe, and by all means, have fun. Oh, and you just may want to run up to Lake of the Woods for a day or two ..." Read >> Greg's Guidelines August 21, 2018
3:30 am – The alarm was set but it didn’t need to be, as I woke up well before it was set to go off, a little after 2:00 am. Yeah, I do things like that. It’s amazing. Years ago, an alarm was always set. Especially for important days, like the deer or fishing opener. Now? I just go to bed and know full well that I’ll be up in plenty of time. Never need to worry about over-sleeping. Today was important too. I was joining friends for a day of charter fishing on Lake Superior with captain Lorin LeMire of “Fish of the Gitch.”
4:00 am – Mike Walsh, from Buck Lake, arrives right on time to pick me up. I’ll go darn near anywhere, long as I don’t have to drive.
5:45 am – We arrive and cross the Aerial Lift Bridge. The harbor is just a few blocks more and where Lorin rents a slip for his 28’ Grady White. There’s a lot of big boats here and I always get a kick of the cool names, written on the back of most of them. That’s almost worth the trip right there. Also joining us, is Andy Walsh and his mother, Mary, Mike’s wife. They made the trip from Brainerd.
6:15 am – Calm seas and destination is reached. It doesn’t take too long with two 200 hp outboards. Hazy out, the sun is blood red, which is beautiful but shows the makings of a hot day ahead.
6:30 am – Mary reels in the first fish, a small lake trout that hit while lines were being set. We’re allowed ten lines today, two for each on board. Lorin had a recent trip that had fourteen lines out and every one of them caught a fish. That’s quite unusual. The fish must have really been hungry on that day. You just never know.
6:55 am – Mary boats another lake trout. This one has her plum tuckered out by the time she gets through reeling in over 500’ of line. It wouldn’t be so bad but there was a large planer board on the line and an 8 oz. snap weight further down. That’s a lot of weight, when you consider a nice trout on the back end of everything. She was worn out, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Sorry Mary.
7:15 am – Lorin sets out his newest invention, a “planer board cam”, which is a super-sized homemade planer board with a GoPro camera mounted and facing the direction of the boat. Some pretty cool footage can be captured in this manner. Some adjustments needed to be made but it’s going to work out very well.
7:58 am - Lost one. Boards are set in a line so any time one is pulled back and not in sync with the others, it means you have a fish on the end of it. Small fish will do this, but big fish may sink the entire board. Now that’s exciting.
8:20 am – False bite. A piece of drift wood hung up on the line and it certainly got our blood pumping for a bit. Yes, it’s a big lake, but you still need to keep a keen eye for floating debris, here and there. LeMire hit a section of dock a few years back. Outcome not good.
10:20 am – A hit! This one got off right away, but it was a good sign, as we had gone over two hours without a strike. The largest freshwater lake in the world, sometimes it takes a little time to put a program together. Don’t panic. Just keep on trolling, looking for varied water temperatures, mudlines, etc.
Black flies were biting very well and were quite the nuisance for the entire day. I told Lorin “that’s the sign of a good fisherman.” If there wasn’t any fish slime, blood, etc. in the boat, there might not be any flies, but they were there, and they were thick. A good sign?
10:30 am - Mary reels in a beautiful King Salmon (yes, we’re courteous gentlemen and let her reel in the first three). They fight like the dickens and you know immediately when one has taken the bait, as they don’t come in easy. This one, which turned out to be the biggest of the trip, weighed in the eight pound range. Good eating!
11:30 am – It was Mike’s turn and another salmon was boated. Small but great eating none-the-less. Andy mentioned that the “Best Fishing Times”, according to the Solunar Calendar, would be from 11:30 am to 1:30 pm on this day. We’d see. I usually never pay any attention to that stuff, but it’s a documented fact that 90% of the world records are caught during a 5-day period on either side of a full or new moon so….
11:58 am – Mike cranks in another salmon and it’s better sized this time.
12:07 pm – Mike gets a lake trout this time. Things are heating up. Maybe there’s something to that best fishing table. Andy and I were just sitting back and letting his parents catch the fish, as we will be heading to Lake of the Woods this weekend for the AIM Pro Walleye Series Championship. I think we’ll be reeling in more than our fair share of fish then. At least I hope so.
12:31 pm – Mary boats another lake trout.
12:48 pm – Mary gets another laker. It’s getting fun! Well, actually, when I think about it, it was fun all day long, even when we had a case of “the lulls.”
1:36 pm – Andy grabs a rod and reels in a lake trout. I don’t think he could take it any longer. The bully!
1:48 pm – Mike reels in a nice lake trout. We decided to fish for another half-hour or so before calling it a day. Things went well. We caught a bunch of fish, had a few laughs, and it was just a great fun-filled day in general. It’s what we live for.
2:25 pm – Reeling in all the lines and putting them away for the next trip, I catch an accidental lake trout. What’s that saying? “Good things come to those that wait?” Things couldn’t have worked out better. It was a great trip with great friends. It really doesn’t get any better than that.
Good luck on the water, be safe, and always have fun!
Whoa! Where did the summer disappear to? Well, it's not gone yet but it's certainly picking up a head of steam and it won't be long before that wonderful fall fishing begins, my favorite time of the year. I wish it would last for 3-4 months.
As of late, I've been chasing practically all species, most everything except muskies. It's hard for me to get in the "musky mode", after several years of fishing hard for them. Famous for being "the fish of 10,000 casts", it probably took me more than that before I finally caught one.
My good buddy from Deer River, Brian Griffith, taught me the ropes and I couldn't have asked for a better teacher, as he made catching these elusive creatures look easy. It wasn't. Not for me, anyway. As a matter of fact, it took me more than a year before I connected. However, after the first one, the rest came easy, sort of. I honestly think it's more mental than anything, very strange.
During the first summer of musky hunting, and that's exactly what it was, Brian would usually catch one or two on most every outing. Me? Nothing.
It got to the point where he'd give me the best bait in the boat, along with the best spots to cast. Nothing. Oh, it was a long summer of discontent.
We fished popular waters like Leech Lake, Deer, Moose, Little Winnie, and Little Wolf just to name a few.
I came close a couple of times but it didn't happen during that first summer.
The following year, out of desperation, I made a trip to Elk Lake at Itasca State Park. At this stage of the game, I was no musky purist. I was going to catch one by any means and do whatever it took and I didn't care how. So, with that mindset, I didn't hesitate one bit to add a nice sized sucker minnow to the back of a large tandem spinnerbait. And then it happened! What a relief. The "musky monkey" was off my back.
It wasn't big but was a beautiful little seven pound fish that made my day. Actually, it probably made my whole musky career and as I stated earlier, the rest came easy. After that, I caught quite a few muskies and even fished the pro circuit one summer with Brian. However, musky fishing being what it is, there's always a mishap or two that can and will happen, especially to a novice.
One time, on Little Wolf, we could see fish actively feeding, so we eased up into position and began using surface baits and then it happened. A true monster had it's sight on my Hawg Wobbler. Slowly working the bait, I could see a huge wake closing in on my lure (I would have been better off if I didn't see anything at all). The next thing I saw was an enormous mouth, opening up and sucking in the bait. And then I messed up. Big time.
Seeing all of this taking place, as soon as the fish closed it's mouth (at least I thought it did), I reared back and set the hooks as hard as I could, only to have the lure come flying back at me at 100 mph. I pulled the lure away before the fish could crunch down on it. I couldn't believe it. Neither could Brian. Being an experienced slop-bass fisherman, I should have known better. You have to wait until you feel something on the end of the line before you "cross their eyes." This would have been my first big fish.
Then there was the time, when I finally did hook a big fish, and Brian didn't grab the net right away. He found his camera instead and told me to keep it next to the boat so he could get a picture. Seconds later, the big fish shook the bait and was happily swimming back to the weeds, a deflating moment, for sure. Again, it would have been my first big one.
One of my largest fish was taken while fishing with Brian on Leech Lake. It was rougher than heck out there and hard to stand up in the boat. My back was getting sore so I thought I'd take it easy for a bit. I tied on a surface bait (always a favorite presentation for me) and sat down in the boat seat to rest.
Now, all I had to do was cast out and slowly work the bait back to the boat, nice and easy. All was going smoothly, until a big fish came crashing through the whitecaps and darn near pulled me out of the seat (the reel drag, ala "Greg style", was screwed down tight). The fight was on!
Running around the boat, trying to tame the beast, I almost fell in. Finally, it was netted, a picture taken, and the fish released. For the photo, I had to kneel down and hold the fish to the floor, not a good picture but it was too rough to stand up. The musky measured 48" and was in the 30 pound range, which was a pretty good fish back then. Nowadays, they're practically "a dime a dozen."
I caught another big fish, of the same size, while fishing on Moose Lake, which eventually turned out to be my favorite lake. Fishing alone, I made one very long cast and felt something hit my Mepps "Giant Killer". Setting the hook, I was surprised at the heaviness of the fish and eventually got it into the net and in the boat.
Again, with another poor photo. Seeing how there was no one to take the photo, and this was before cell phone days, I laid the fish on the floor and snapped a quick picture before releasing it (I've never killed a musky and have released all). With nothing to compare it to, it's a lousy photo and is very hard to tell it's size. I did capture the beautiful spotted colors though.
After writing this article, I got that old blood pumping and just may have to blow the dust off that antiquated musky tackle and give it another try. It sounds like fun!
"Half asleep, sitting in my recliner, I was a little surprised, when my youngest brother, Scott, came walking into the living room, late Friday evening. I told him "I never even heard you come in." It was at that point that Lily, my faithful watch dog, woke up and began to bark. She's a fat lot of help.
Scott asked "do you want to fish the Blue Lake Northern Pike Tournament tomorrow?" Nothing at all penciled in, it sounded like a good time so plans were made.
I hadn't fished out there at all this year, but thought it shouldn't be too hard to catch a few fish. You normally can't go more than a few yards before a northern would be on the end of your line.
I recalled the last time I fished a Blue Lake event like this, many years ago, with Greg Heyblom. We ended up winning the northern pike division by flipping bass jigs into cabbage weeds. The hardest thing here was the fact that there wasn't a whole lot of places where cabbage could be found. It's an odd lake, actually a flooded reservoir, with standing and submerged timber all over the place. One has to be careful out there.
Back then, I was bass fishing and got bit off by pike more than a few times, so with that in mind, I rigged up a few weedless jigs, fastened to my line with very thin homemade wire leaders. It worked well and we won. This event, however, would be quite different.
On a side note, I remember Heyblom and I hurried back to Nashwauk because I wanted to fish another little event on Shallow Lake, near Warba, which just happened to be on the same day, but started at a later time. Marilyn, who would be my partner, was ready, hopped in the truck, and off we went. We barely made it there, in time, but ended up winning in the walleye division. That's the only time I have ever fished two events in the same day and to have placed in both of them was quite a thrill. That doesn't happen very often, if at all.
The Blue Lake Northern Pike event, organized by Pete Patterson, has been going on for many years and is a fun time, with many local anglers teaming up and giving it a try. There's some pretty good anglers to compete with but the bottom line is fun and there's plenty of it to go around.
This year, there were 34 boats entered, so when it came time to put the boat in, parking places were limited. Making my way down the shoreline, I bumped into that little rock pile but didn't hurt the motor. I forgot about that thing. That was the first time.
There's a million places to fish out there, especially if your adventurous. The take off had boats scurrying off in all directions. It was interesting to see where everyone was going.
Our goal was to bring in three northern pike, over 26". How hard could that be?
We tried a little trolling to start things off and nothing. The next move had us pitching jigs up and into the timber. Again, nothing. Casting spoons didn't work either? That was a surprising start.
Working several different areas, we finally caught some fish but they were largemouth bass. Oh, and then there was the big dogfish that felt like a nice pike.
Getting back into some of these little areas can be tricky and I bumped into sunken wood a couple of times. I hate when that happens.
Pitching jigs into the same area that Heyblom and I fished, had us seeing a nice northern, in the 7-8 pound range, along with another nice fish. First, it bumped Scott's bait, and then quickly turned around and hit mine before disappearing. Strange. They sure weren't in a feeding mood.
Heading further back, toward the end of the lake, had me hitting wood a couple more times.
We finally caught a northern pike, but it turned out to be only a 23"er, and the only one we would catch all day. We did have a couple others get off by the boat.
On two occasions, I had a heavy fish on, which took drag, but they both got off. That was on the jig, while fishing fairly deep. Who knows? They could have been big bass or dogfish. Or maybe a walleye, as there are some real horses in there. I've caught them up to 7 pound by casting spinnerbaits for bass.
Anglers that had been doing a little pre-fishing said it had been real slow out there and it certainly was for us. Many were casting big musky-type baits and some were using minnows. We didn't bring any bait along but will have a nice bunch of sucker minnows, when fishing it next year.
And it doesn't matter how slow it is. Someone's always going to catch a fish or two.
Big fish specialists, musky maniacs, Chad and Gary Rutherford took top honors with their three fish tipping the scale at 16.37 pounds. Second place went to Jim Nordmark and Andy Campeau, who weighed in 12.86 pounds. Third place went to John Martire and Michelle Nelson with 12.82 pounds.
The awards presentation and drawing for several prizes, was held at the public access, along with a free lunch and beverage. It's a fun event that you may want to give a try next year.
Good luck, be safe, and always have fun. Oh, and you may want to watch out for dead-heads.
..." Read >> Greg's Guidelines July 31, 2018
A few recent crappie outings reminded me of why I like to fish for these critters and there are several reasons to do so.
First off, living where we do, in Itasca county, land of 1,000 lakes, the opportunities are almost endless, as practically every lake has a panfish population, with some good and some not so good.
Secondly, the crappie usually provides great action. Find one and you’ve pretty much found them all, so to speak. Willing biters, it’s the perfect species to get children involved in the sport.
Thirdly, they are some of the best eating fish and there are plenty of them to be had. If I’m keeping a few to take home, I prefer them to be at least 10” in length but sometimes you end up on a lake that offers oodles of smaller fish and have to make a slight adjustment in your standards. I guess it all depends on how hungry you are for a fresh fish dinner. I’ve been there.
I prefer to go out late in the day and stay until almost dark. The time frame of 6-9 pm is usually the best bet for the lakes I frequent.
Getting there a little early, like 5:30 pm, usually offers slower fishing, but this is an excellent time to locate fish. If you can catch a few at this time, rest assured, it’s only going to get better later. Just hang in there and wait them out. It’ll happen.
A solid game plan for an all-day crappie outing, would be to fish a clearer lake, early and late, with a stained water lake sandwiched in the middle. Yes, it takes a little lake hopping but by doing this, you have a decent chance at catching crappies all day long, from dark til dark.
Do a little pre-planning, check out a map, consider the water clarities, and go for it. There’s usually another decent lake with 10-15 minutes of your first selection. It’s not that hard.
I usually don’t fish clear water crappies real early in the morning, as a visit to the same fishery at dusk is usually more than enough. Normally, a 2-3 hour stint, toward evening, results in 50 fish or more, depending on the amount of anglers in the boat.
A bonus, in fishing a clear water lake, is the fact that crappies tend to bunch up more than they would in a stained water lake and that makes the catching a whole lot easier. Stained lakes often have the crappie more spread out.
Presentations vary too, depending on the water clarity. I prefer a more-finesse approach when fishing clear water, going with smaller lures, like little tube jigs. They’ll see it. Trust me.
Stained water, however, has me getting a little gawdy, using larger, brighter, and noisier baits, like jig spins and larger plastics. You’re sort of “ringing the dinner bell” here. Using minnows works well too, as you have that scent thing going for you.
The same rods and reels are used. It’s just the offering on the end of the line, 4# Berkley XL, that matters.
Sometimes, if I arrive at the lake a wee bit too early, I’ll try for other species and many times that would be a largemouth bass. The reason for this is that I love to use a jig-worm for bass, as it provides a lot of action.
Slowly moving along a weedline, casting a 4” worm, can often locate panfish too. You’ll feel the “pecking” and many times the worm’s tail will be chewed off. Keep on fishing but remember where the little nibblers were. Or you could just drop the bass gear and get to panfishing. Works for me.
Good luck, be safe, and have fun.
Ouch! You know those little, slicing cuts you can get from mishandling braided line? I’ve got one, again, and only because I was trying to take it easy on a big smallmouth bass. Not wanting to use a landing net on it, I felt it was best to “water release” it, as I do with many of my fish. After all, they’ve been through enough already. There’s no need to make it worse by having them thrashing around in a net, removing slime, etc.
Reaching over the side of the boat, I was trying to remove a treble hook, holding the line in my left hand. It was at this point that the bass decided to make one more powerful run. The fish’s attempt at a quick getaway had the line running across my finger, fast enough to cut a groove in it.
Blood immediately appeared, along with the pain. I knew better but took that chance, like I usually do. This time the fish got even. A tip of the hat to you Mrs. Smallmouth!
I always carry a little bottle of liquid bandage and it’s been used more than a few times for incidents like this. If there’s any problem at all with using it, it’s the fact that applying it hurts more than the cut itself, as it’s an antiseptic and really stings. It does, however, seal the wound and your back in the game within minutes. I hate when this happens.
Trying to “fish around the weather”, because it was so darned hot, had me putting in my regular early morning stints before it got too uncomfortable. Getting out on the water super-early is fine but when the sun makes an appearance, the low rays are reflected right into your face. This has me keeping my back to the sun, which sometimes changes my plan of attack. Many times, I’ll fish a different shoreline, depending on the style of fishing.
Having had two bouts with skin cancer, I’m usually covered up pretty good, full-brimmed hat and all. A buff is often worn, which protects my neck, but it does get a little warm at times. I’ll slip this thing on, when I get too lazy to apply sun block.
I make regular, 6-9 month, visits with a dermatologist, to get checked over. This is when any damaged skin is taken care of, via liquid nitrogen, and here’s another thing that stings.
I’ve mentioned this before but will do so again, as it bears repeating. My dermatologist recommended sunscreen to use is Neutrogena 100+ (UltraSheer Dry-Touch). Now this high number may have you thinking that it’s as thick as lard, but this stuff goes on really nice and smooth and is very easy to apply.
Just trying to keep you in the game. Oh yeah, wear shades too.
My latest early-morning adventure had me trying for crappies. Normally, I’ll go toward evening, when fish become more active and are frequenting the weed lines. Fishing, as well as catching, becomes easy at this time. Fishing legend Dave Genz once told me “everyone becomes a better angler when the sun hits the trees.” There is so much truth to that statement.
But here I was at first light. Where would the crappies be? I started out by using the smallest, 1/32 oz., “Thumper Crappie King”, made by Northland Tackle. This little bait has it all, featuring a lifelike minnow head, thumping belly blade, and Double-Curl Screwtail. All I needed to do was make a long cast behind the boat and slowly troll the weed edges.
The first pass resulted in nothing, so another was made with a larger, heavier bait. Once again, using a “Thumper Crappie King”, only in the 1/16 oz. size, another pass was made. This time, I would be getting the lure down a little deeper, in my quest to find some panfish. Aha! I had a strike. It was a crappie but smaller in size, which didn’t really matter, as at least I had found them.
Working the area over pretty good didn’t produce any more fish. Looking a little deeper, I found them laying on bottom in 12’ of water. The one I happened to catch must have been hungry and made a run to the “store” for a snack.
I went on to catch and release over a dozen fish, before moving on to something else. Fish were caught but it wasn’t at all easy. They would grab the bait and drop it almost immediately. I went with my “go to” for this lake and it’s something you may want to try on your next crappie outing and that is to use a 1/16 oz. jighead, preferably orange in color, tipped with a 1 ½” piece of nightcrawler.
Thread it onto the hook, leaving just enough out there for them to grab. It’s a great persuader, when the fishing gets tough. Crawlers aren’t just for sunfish. Crappies eat them up too. Give it a try. Good luck, be safe, and have fun.
I’ve been using plastics for many years now and got into it, basically, out of necessity. Decades ago, Marilyn and I were fishing in Ontario, catching walleye and crappie, when we ran out of minnows. What to do next?
Looking through the tackle box, I came across some baits that had just come out. I never had a chance to try them, but now looked to be the time. What would we have to lose? If they didn’t work, we’d just head back to camp with an already pretty good catch.
We threaded on Berkley’s new “twister-style” Power Baits and got to fishing. Trolling the little 2” off-white colored plastics, along a weed line, surprised us both. We were now catching fish at a faster pace than when using minnows. Confidence was gained.
Back home, I ran out to Swan Lake and used the same method, catching three walleyes in the first seven minutes. The rest is history.
Yes, plastics can work and very well at that and we now have a plethora of them to pick from. Here are some of my favorite types of plastics, used for some of our favorite fish.
Crappies – Probably the easiest for anyone to use is a small “twister-type” tail. I started off using a generic 1 ½” tail and bought them in bulk. I had four bags of 1,000 in red, chartreuse, glow/white, and brown and still have a few of them left. They are still used to this day. I prefer using a solid tail, over tubes, because of durability and ease of changing baits.
Old George, a regular guide client of mine, once caught 82 crappies in two hours of trolling twister tails. Needless-to-say, I was busy.
All you have to do is cast out behind the boat and slowly troll the weed lines toward dusk. Works every time.
Bass – I’ll never forget the first time I tried the old 6” grape Producto worm on Buck Lake. It was like magic. I never caught so many nice fish in such short order.
Nowadays, we have a huge selection of bass worms. Some of my favorites are Berkley’s 4” and 6” “Power Worm” in “Blue Fleck” color. It’s really hard to beat this color. The 4” is used when I’m jig worming, which I do a lot, as it normally provides a lot of action. Another great Berkley worm, for me, is the 4” “Rib Worm” in “Firecracker/Chartreuse” color.
Berkley’s new “Max Scent” also works very well. This is sort of a hybrid, a cross between “Gulp” and “Power Bait”. Terry Wickstrom and I tested these baits out last year with great results.
Northland Tackle makes a couple baits that are always used on my bass outings. For my jig worming, I’ll use the Impulse 3 ½” “Jig Crawler” in “Baby Bass” color and the 4” “Ringworm” in “Firecracker” and “Cranberry Blue”.
I’ve recently added, yet, another worm to my arsenal and tested this one out last weekend. It’s a 5” “Sick Stick” made by Power Team Lures, who specializes in bass baits. Fished ala “senko style”, I use a weedless hook called the “Jacked Wacker”, also made by Power Team. Stick the hook in the middle of the soft stick bait and cast it out.
The slow falling presentation works wonders. I caught some very nice bass, as deep as 25’, by letting it slowly sink toward the bottom. All you need to do is watch the line for that little “twitch” and then set the hook.
Paddle tails have also given me a good deal of fun. I have a nice selection of Northland Tackle’s “UV Mimic Minnows” and use them for bass, northern pike, and walleye.
I’ve caught walleye and northern pike by trolling them along a weed line and bass by casting up near the weeds. For a lot of fun, use a leader and troll them, What fun!
One occasion had me trolling them near bottom, in 35’ of water, by using lead core line. Always experimenting, I saw fish down that deep and wanted to see if they would hit a slowly trolled Mimic Minnow.
I caught a few northern pike, right away, and was pleasantly surprised when a big largemouth bass decided it was lunchtime.
Walleye – Many times, when using spinners, I’ll switch from a nightcrawler to a plastic worm, when the perch and/or sunfish start stealing the bait. You’ll feel the “pecking” but rest assured, your bait is still in one piece and ready for a hungry walleye.
I’ve done well, pulling spinners over the weeds, with 4” Impulse and Power Baits. I’ve also done well by using them on bottom bouncers at the deeper depths.
It all works. All you need to do is to start using more plastics and gaining a little more confidence ..." Read >> Greg's Guidelines July 10, 2018
"Fishing for as many years as I have, many trophy-size fish have made their way into the boat. I can recall several of them but not all. What really sticks in my mind are the dozen or so super-big fish that got away. Especially the ones that I never got the chance to see. That really bugs me. I don’t really mind losing a big fish but want to see what and how big they are.
Little Bear Lake – My first “Big Fish Lost” happened decades ago, while staying at the cabin. There were a few walleyes in the lake back then, enough that one had a decent chance at catching a few for supper.
I was using a gold “Tinsel Tail” jig (new, just hit the market), tipped with a minnow, and pitching it up near the weeds, as I slowly inched along with the electric trolling motor.
I felt the strike, set the hook, and the stand-off begin. The rod was folded over and I was waiting for the fish to make its move, which didn’t happen.
Trying to get the big fish to budge, I started jerking on the line and agitated it enough that it slowly moved toward the boat but stopped about half-way. Again, with the stand-off. The same technique was used to get it moving again but this time it just kept on slowly swimming toward and under the boat, heading out to deeper water.
This had me running to the bow of the boat, keeping the line away from the motor, and watching as the reel drag gave way, offering as much line as needed.
This time, it didn’t stop. It just kept on slowly swimming away, until I tried to put the brakes on, and that’s when my line was bit off. Yes, it was a sad day in “Gregville”, but I learned that I better get used to it, as it would happen many more times.
Big Buck Lake - Stealth mode, I shut the outboard motor off, well in advance of “the sunken hump”, and used the electric motor to get close enough to cast. Trying for largemouth bass, I made a long cast with a spinnerbait and begin my retrieve, only to have a fish bite the thing off. I never felt the fish at all, only a “lightness” in my line, which was now blowing in the breeze.
We’ve all had this happen several times and often it’s possibly a small northern pike that needs glasses, as it was more-than-likely bitten off in front of the lure.
Just back from a musky trip, I glanced down and spotted my big-fish-rod, ready to go. Adorned with a large tandem spinnerbait, tipped with a plastic trailer, the total length was in the 10-12” range. Making a cast to the same area resulted in the same ending. All was gone, and I never even felt the bite, but this time a 12” leader was taken as well. Two casts equaled two baits gone.
Normally, I would have written this off as a smaller northern, biting ahead of the lure, but a big fish sighting had taken place here earlier in the year.
Marilyn was with me, as I used the same approach to the sunken island. I was looking in the other direction, getting the rods ready, when she said, “oh my God.” “What”, I responded. She went on to say that an extremely large fish tail was sticking out of the water. Her exact words were “it looked like a mermaid.” So, who knows how big that fish was? Monstrous by any standard.
Coon Lake, Scenic State Park – The largemouth bass were biting pretty good and I tied into a fish that basically over-powered me.
I immediately realized it was a big fish from the time I set the hook. It quickly swam toward and under the boat and pulled hard enough that the hook pulled free. I had the drag screwed down tight and had trouble in hanging onto the rod, which was folded over, pulled tight against the side of the boat.
Silver Lake (yes, the one located right in the city of Virginia) – Fishing for and catching some pretty nice largemouth bass, the exact same scenario as my experience on Coon Lake repeated itself. I was handcuffed. It totally took me by surprise. Maybe I should loosen the drag a bit?
Good luck on the water. Be safe, have fun, and catch a BIG ONE!
Andy Walsh and I competed in the last of the AIM Pro Walleye Series Minnesota Division events and now await the championship, to be held on Lake of the Woods in August. Andy, also a little sore, and I should be healed up by then.
The lake is at “mayfly stage” and fishing can be difficult, if in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that’s always a possible problem when fishing big waters. You just never know. One might be fishing a great area for three hours, without much success, and leave for the next spot, when suddenly, the walleyes decide to turn on. I’ve been there too many times.
Our pre-fishing wasn’t very good, catching only three fish per day. Many times, we could see fish but couldn’t trick them into biting. Even my old mayfly-walleye-trick of using an orange jig, tipped with a small piece of nightcrawler, didn’t work.
Some areas, where the wind was blowing in, had a bug slick so thick that it was almost impossible to fish, as mayfly carcasses would wrap around your line. The Goose Island area was like this.
A bug hatch can trigger a feeding cycle, that includes everything from insects and minnows to larger predators. All fish are opportunists, they need to, and will take advantage of whatever Mother Nature offers them. Such was the case last week.
Mayflies don’t just happen in May. They can show up here and there all season long, usually just in time to throw a wrench into your long-planned fishing vacation.
Many of the walleye were keying on crayfish and this was quite evident when I caught a 24” fish and Andy was trying to remove the hook. Kneeling, down on the floor, up close and personal to the walleye, he started coughing and gagging uncontrollably. This went on for at least five minutes.
Hanging his head over the side of the boat, it startled me at first, as I didn’t know what was wrong with him, until he told me how awful the regurgitated crayfish smelled. Then I had to laugh and laugh I did. So hard, in fact, tears were streaming down my face and my jaws and belly hurt. I had been there before.
I recall fishing with Bill Olson on Trout Lake when he caught a big dogfish. It was so big that I decided a photo needed to be taken. As Bill was posing with the fish, it “released” its entire stomach contents, with most of it being digested crayfish and you talk about a sickening odor. It was awful. So bad, in fact, that one had trouble in getting a breath of fresh air. It was actually hard to breathe.
I was absolutely nauseated, but watching Bill, and listening to him complain, had me laughing so hard that my sides were aching. So hard that I thought I might have to make a visit to the hospital. Not kidding.
Jim Carpenter had an interesting story from Sunday’s event. Fishing in 21’ of water, Jim’s partner caught a nice fish, looking to be in the 24-25” range. While attempting to net the fish, a much larger walleye, in the 28” class, spooked the smaller fish, forcing it to take off so fast that the line broke.
I don’t know what was going on here but that’s a first. Acting like many smallmouth bass, maybe it was trying to take the bait away from the smaller fish?
Yes, we stunk it up this time and that happens. Some of the teams that settled below us were top-notch anglers and it really makes one wonder where and how some of those big weights were obtained. We’ll get ‘em next time.
Have a nice Fourth of July! - Greg Clusiau
The 33rd Annual Swan Lake Classic fishing contest was held last Saturday, based out of MJ’s Lodge & Resort. Sponsored by the Pengilly Booster Club, it may be just a small local tournament but features some stiff competition each year.
My decision to enter was a late one, as I had been watching the weather forecast and it didn’t look good. Finally, after some “hem and hawing”, I decided to give it a go. It looked to be a light drizzle for most of the day, with a possibility of thunderstorms, later on.
We, Andy Walsh and I, were doing okay, catching some nice fish but having to release them all because of the 17-26” slot. Trying for big fish only, anything over 26”, we had caught fish up to 24” when Mother Nature said “oh no. Not on my lake.” It seems to happen all the time. She doesn’t care for tournaments.
Around noon, a bolt of lightning came straight down, fairly-close to us, with the noise of a high-powered deer rifle. I told Andy “that’s it. We’re out of here.” Then it started to pour. We headed back to MJ’s to turn in our boat number and called it a day.
Fishing as many years as I have, there’s been more than a few close calls and I don’t want anything to do with lightning.
I recall a time on Ash Lake, when I cast a jig and minnow out, only to have it lay on the water’s surface, with my line making a large arc in the air. There it sat. I had heard of this before but never witnessed it first-hand.
I was so fascinated by this phenomenon that I reeled in and cast back out to see if it would do it again. It did, and it was time to go.
Many years ago, while guiding a long-time client of mine, it happened again on 6th Crow Wing. We were catching crappies but got chased off the water by lightning and thunder. We sat in the truck, waited out the storm, and headed directly back to our little hotspot when all was clear or at least looked to be.
We were back to catching crappies, when I told Old Bill “reel it in, we’re out of here.” He asked “why?” and I pointed to my line, which was standing straight up in the air.
I’ve had a lot of experiences with static electricity, as well as close calls with lightning bolts. Here are a few “lightning facts” (National Geographic) you may get a “charge” out of.
* Lightning strikes during thunderstorms kill more Americans each year than either tornadoes or hurricanes.
* Contrary to the common expression, lightning can and often does strike the same place twice.
* Cloud-to-ground lightning bolts are a common phenomenon—about 100 strike Earth’s surface every single second—yet their power is extraordinary. Each bolt can contain up to one billion volts of electricity.
* Lightning is extremely hot—a flash can heat the air around it to temperatures five times hotter than the sun’s surface. This heat causes surrounding air to rapidly expand and vibrate, which creates the pealing thunder we hear a short time after seeing a lightning flash.
* Lightning is not only spectacular, it’s dangerous. About 2,000 people are killed worldwide by lightning each year. Hundreds more survive strikes but suffer from a variety of lasting symptoms, including memory loss, dizziness, weakness, numbness, and other life-altering ailments. Strikes can cause cardiac arrest and severe burns, but 9 of every 10 people survive. The average American has about a 1 in 5,000 chance of being struck by lightning during a lifetime.
I tell fishing clients that I have three priorities:
1) Safety. If you’re fishing with me and I feel lightning, high waves, etc. is a present danger, we’re reeling in and heading back to shore. It doesn’t matter if you’re catching a trophy fish on each-and-every cast. We’re done!
2) Fun. We definitely will have fun. Isn’t that why they’re out there in the first place? People come from all locations and walks of life. Often, it’s a vacation and they want to enjoy it. Even if the fishing is tough on this particular day, fun will be had via some of my endless fishing stories or whatever it takes.
3) Catching fish is a third priority and while that may not sound very good on the list, be it known that we usually do catch fish anyway. Safety first!
My first walleye tournament of the season is now in the books and what a time I had. Who would ever think that registering five fish for close to 34 pounds would have you finishing in 59th place out of 100 boats? Yes, that’s Mille Lacs Lake for you. The big lake has trophy fish of all species and plenty of them.
Pre-fishing for the event, partner, Andy Walsh, pictured foreground in the photo, did very well, catching many big fish, along with losing a few monsters on the way to the boat. Walsh, now living near the shores of Lake Mille Lacs, spends a good deal of time out on the big water, either guiding, pre-fishing, or just plain having fun and trust me, there’s plenty of it to be had.
The lake has a special “catch and release only” regulation for the walleye but this works very well for fishing tournaments, like the AIM Weekend Walleye Series, which has the format of “catch-record-release”. I’m thinking this will be the trend for most all events in the future, as it keeps a fish back in the water within minutes, after a quick photo session. At least I hope so.
Big lakes are notoriously rough and having a livewell full of fish, racing and bouncing across 3’ waves is definitely not good for them. Heck, it’s not even comfortable for the anglers.
For those that would like a fresh walleye dinner, there are plenty of surrounding waters to keep them happy. As for walleye anglers into catch and release? They’re loving it. Especially when the fish are of the large variety.
Andy’s pre-fishing had him favoring six spots that held big fish and after thinking things through, we figured on heading ten miles to the first spot. The plan was to fish it for a bit and then go elsewhere. Well, it’s funny how things change.
After reaching our destination and catching a couple quick fish, all of a sudden, a wrench was thrown into our best laid plans. We had a trolling motor issue. The motor worked fine, steered well and had plenty of power, but was “stuck” in the down position.
Fearing if we pulled it up by hand, in order to move on to the next spot, we might not be able to get it deployed back down into a working position. With that in mind, Andy said “we might have to stay here all day” to which I replied, “maybe that’s a good thing?”
So, there we stayed, wondering how the other spots were producing. We were, however, catching some darn nice fish so the decision wasn’t difficult to make.
Then another wrench! I had just reeled in a six pound walleye and while going through the process of measuring, picturing, and recording, Andy turned around and couldn’t find his rod. Evidently, he had a fish grab his bait and pull the rod overboard without us even noticing it. It was quite wavy on the water, so we wouldn’t have heard “the splash.”
Andy shouted to a competitor’s boat, that was fishing only 50 yards from us “if you catch a Tuned Up Custom Rod and reel, it’s mine” and had barely got the words out of his mouth, when one of the anglers thought he had a bite.
He knew it didn’t feel quite right but kept on reeling and lo and behold, there was Andy’s line and eventually, the rod. A little further down the line was an 18” walleye.
The fish was quickly unhooked and released, and plans were made to meet after the tournament, to get the rod back. There is “no coupling” of boats allowed in the tournament rules so there was no way we were going to approach them to reclaim the “lucky” fishing pole. We met them after the event, talked fishing and had a few laughs.
Our new friends said by the time we arrived at this community fishing hotspot, they had already “filled the card.” They had put five nice fish in the boat and were looking for bigger and better fish.
Andy and I were in the second flight, which placed us about 20-30 minutes behind these guys. Big fish were biting early but disappeared as the sun got higher. It’s amazing how quickly things can change.
It’s quite a fishery, to say the least. Can you imagine catching six pound walleyes and not being satisfied? That’s what Andy and went through for the entire day, after we had our five best fish registered. A six pounder was quickly measured and tossed back. There was no sense in recording it, as we had better.
"The word "crazy" is certainly overused in digital media, but we don't really know how else to describe this video. The angler's name is Satan Shimada and the video was published on the MADNESS JAPAN YouTube channel.
The part you'll want to watch begins at the two-minute mark, when Shimada starts using the "eight trap method" to catch these bass on big swimbaits. We've never seen anything like it and it almost makes us wonder if we've been doing something wrong all this time!
This will definitely be something you'll want to share with your fishing buddies." View Video and Learn More >> The Craziest Fishing Technique You've Never Seen
"A trip onto Lake Winnie with John Myers of the Duluth News Tribune generated more than a little buzz. Fishing on the big lake is consitent and many of our guests have reported double digit catches of walleye during their fishing trips.
We could say a lot more about it, but why, especially when we can let Mayer's article do the talking for us.
Myers Wrote; "Forgive Gerry Albert if he gets a little excited when he catches walleyes here.
"Here's another one!'' Albert shouted as he set the hook on a walleye, working to keep a tight line and run his outboard in whitecaps. "Ohhh, and I think it's a keeper!"
Big Winnie is Albert's lake, so to speak. He's the ..." Read >> Lake Winnibigoshish Back To Being A Walleye Wonderland June 12, 2018
The time has come for me to change it up a bit and focus more on walleye fishing. Up until last week, I was pretty much fishing for most everything (crappies, sunfish, northern pike, largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, rainbow trout, brook trout, lake trout, and coho salmon) but Minnesota’s state fish. The reason being, I am entered in a number of walleye tournaments and want to fine-tune my thinking, presentations, and equipment. Hey, that’s just me.
Last Sunday was “wet and wild” but it didn’t prevent me from going on a search for walleyes. Prior the outing, I had all early season “plans of attacks” thought through and readied the boat for walleye only. All else was taken out of the boat so it didn’t get in the way (or distract me).
Much like when I am in a serious panfishing mode, a variety of fishing rods were rigged with various presentations, so I didn’t waste any time doing it in the boat. All I had to do was grab another rod and get to fishing.
Three jigging rods were affixed with various size and color jigs, ranging from 1/16 oz to ¼ oz, with the lightest presentation being tied onto the end of one of my crappie rods. Yes, there are times when that light-action rod catches more than its fair share of nice walleye, especially when it’s a tough bite.
Most rods are in the 7’ range, which allows for long casting, when fish are shallow and tend to be spooky. This happens quite frequently in the spring.
Rigging rods? Same thing. Three of them. One was set up with a small hook and bead for night crawlers, another with a larger colored hook for leeches or minnows, and another with a floating jig head, which is rarely used by me. My brother, Joel, on the other hand, uses a floater most every time out walleye fishing, and does well. Me? Nope. I just never use them much and really have no good reason for not doing so. However, if I ever needed a floater rod, it would always be there, at the ready.
Two spinner rods were rigged with Northland Tackle’s new “butterfly rigs.” One was a double-hook crawler harness, while the other featured a larger single hook, good for tipping with a leech or minnow. I tried these for a short while last week, pulling them over the cabbage weeds (if you can find any) and caught a few fish. They work nice.
And who can forget about a crankbait rod? That was there with other rods that could easily accommodate bottom bouncers and spinners. I was all set!
First off, one needs to have bait. Nothing close at hand, I made a run and picked up a dozen shiners and two dozen large leeches. Already sitting on four dozen crawlers, at home, I didn’t need any more of those.
I should have taken a better look at those shiners, as they looked to be perfect for largemouth bass fishing in Florida. You talk about BIG! And to think the attendant asked me “do you want small ones?” I know it’s early in the season and good bait can sometimes be hard to find but what in the world. And the leeches. That’s another sob story.
Shortly after day break (it was COLD), I started by trolling crankbaits along a prime walleye-holding area. I really didn’t care to do this, as the northern pike are way too prevalent here and can cause all sorts of problems. However, I figured it a good way to search for walleyes. If I got one, I’d slow down and rig or jig.
The only bites I had (hard raps, three of them) I determined to be small pike, missing the bait, but one never knows. Pitching a small jig and minnow up into and on the edge of the weeds provided nothing so I quickly headed across the lake to what I hoped to be a better spot. It wasn’t.
My third and more-than-likely last spot of this miserable morning had a lot of fish present, along with white caps. They were biting on just about everything I threw at them, but northern pike were way too common and after an hour, I was sitting there with four of my lines blowing in the wind. The pike had chewed off anything that looked a bit too flashy. Re-tying a couple times was difficult with cold fingers.
Finally settling on something the pike wouldn’t notice as much, I stayed with a rig and leech and caught quite a few walleyes. A passing thought had me thinking of bring home a nice limit, but laziness had me releasing all fish caught. When I got home, I just wanted to warm up, not clean fish.
I was finally in the mood for walleye and it’s a good feeling. My tournament season starts this weekend on Mille Lacs Lake.
An opening weekend outing found us catching several nice bluegill and crappie on a main-lake hump, a fair distance away from the spawning areas. A return trip there, last week, found the same area totally void of any fish at all. They were finally located in 3’ of water, on or within close-proximity of their spawning grounds. Getting them to bite was another thing, as they were as tight-lipped and spooky as can be.
My absolute best bet for catching spring slabs is a small hair jig (Skunky’s Jigs) and/or a “Fire-Fly” (Northland Tackle). These little offering usually don’t need any live bait added to them. However, during the toughest of times, a tiny piece of worm, added to the already deadly little jig, can really make a big difference.
I should mention that Skunky’s jigs can only be found on Facebook. Custom made by Tom Jacobson, these little guys are quite deadly and are made as small as 1/64 and 1/80 oz. Both sunfish and crappie eat them up.
I’ve been trying out Wanglers “Worms for Anglers”, found at your local L&M Supply stores. You might think “well, a worm is a worm.” Not quite. These are something different indeed.
First off (and here’s probably the best part), they don’t need any refrigeration and can be stored most anywhere, as long as the temperature is between 38º and 90º. Secondly, they twist around like little snakes and another great feature, available in different colors (chartreuse and red), is mighty attractive to sunfish and crappie alike. Packaged 30 to a container, they last a long time, not only because of no refrigeration, but also to the fact that they are extremely tough. The thicker-than-normal skin makes them harder to break off, when sunfish start nibbling away. I’ve caught several fish on just one small piece, an incredible little bait.
The deep spawning crappie, however, were extremely hard to convince into biting. This was one of those times, when a small crappie minnow, left dangling under a bobber, right in their faces, would be the best presentation for catching a few fish.
I worked hard enough to catch a few fish and then decided to leave them alone to do their thing. The fish I did catch were “blackened” males, sporting their spawning colors, absolutely beautiful fish that were quickly photographed and released.
One little trick I use when searching out spring panfish is to prepare four or five rods prior the outing. They will all have the same little jigs on them, although in different colors. The big difference is that each rod has the bobber set at a different depth.
I’ll usually have them set at 1’, 18”, 2’, 3’, and 5’ (or something like that). The reason for this plan of attack is that I can quickly search out areas, in finding out just what depth they’re favoring on this particular day.
Also, I’ll be sure to be using long casting rods, when fishing gin-clear waters. Clear water often has spooky fish and the best way to get a bait in front of them is to use a 7’ spinning rod that allows you to make a super-long cast, in needed.
I use Tuned Up Custom Rods 7’2” Apex UL, available at Thousand Lake Sporting Goods, soon to be in their new location at the old Embers building in Grand Rapids. This whippy rod has plenty of backbone and can toss lures quite a distance, especially when using fresh 4 pound test line (Berkley XL clear or low-vis green).
For those times, when panfish are deep into the weeds and 4 pound test just doesn’t cut it, I’ll use a heavier line, which is usually on the end of a telescoping 16’ Wonder Pole. This is a pile of fun and brings back memories of the old bamboo pole, always fun to use and takes a little practice to get into the “swing” of it.
"The early bird gets the worm, some say. With this thought in mind, I made plans, last year, to be one of the first to fish the Red Lake River dam area with fishing guide Daris Rosebear of Rosebear’s Guide Service. If there was any problem at all with my thinking, it was the fact that we would be a little too early.
I’ve fished with Daris several times, both summer and winter, and so far, all trips have been on some of the over two dozen little lakes that lie near the southern end of Lower Red Lake, which, by the way, is off limits to non-natives.
Convincing two of my brothers, Scott and Joel, to join me for a day on the Red Lake Nation fisheries, we left early and met Daris at Seven Clans Casino in Red Lake for breakfast. It’s about a 2 ½ hour drive from Keewatin and for once I was on time, meeting Rosebear promptly at 7:30 am.
From there, one more stop was made to purchase a daily fishing permit. Cost? Ten dollars.
Arriving at the dam, a cold, strong breeze was coming off the big lake, calling for me to put on my rain suit for extra warmth. It was, indeed, cold and gloves were worn at times while fishing.
Maybe it was a little too cold, as scores of walleye and crappie still hadn’t made there way to the dam yet and that was mainly the focus of my trip there. As for northern pike? They were there in droves and continually trying to swim up as far as possible, jumping the little current area and slithering across 2” of water before gliding back into the river.
Some weren’t as lucky, as a mixed batch of fish (walleye, sucker, and northern pike) lay dead in the super-shallow area, unable to get back down to safety.
Walleye were there but not in huge numbers. Crappies were non-existent. The water was just too cold.
We didn’t care. It was fun fishing, catching the occasional northern pike. The river offers huge northern, with some measuring in the high 40” range, but all we could muster were a few of the smaller fish, which were fun anyway.
At one point, a northern, looking to be in the 15 pound range, jump onto the “skinny” water area and laid there for a bit before making it back to the river. That was cool to see, as were several others that were congregating near the edge of the dam. It was all happening, but the fishing was slow enough to make us head to other waters.
Regrouping, we made our way to one of the little stream trout lakes, which had been recently stocked. Each lake was the lucky recipient of 5,000 stream trout, being mostly rainbows and a handful of brook trout. They’re small but grow about 2” a year and fit in well with other larger trout that still remained, making it through a rigorous winter guiding season.
Within minutes, while Daris was trolling to “the spot”, Scott had a fish on but lost it half-way to the boat. More-than-likely a small rainbow, it was the start of an over fifty fish afternoon, which had us keeping four larger rainbows and releasing all others.
Several brook trout were caught, as well. These little fish are absolutely gorgeous, speckled with white leading edges on their fins. All brookies were released but Daris and his guests have caught some real dandies in the past.
The best baits ended up being small in-line spinners (Blue Fox, Mepps, Bow Spinners, etc.). Especially if they had a touch of charteuse. Many times, three or four fish would follow your lure right to the boat, trying to take the bait out of another trout’s mouth. Hungry fish. I like that.
We made an early departure because of a looming rain storm but went home feeling pretty good. We caught a bunch of fish, in a short amount of time, and anytime I can spend a day fishing with my brothers (or sisters), it’s a good day.
It’s just now getting started on the Red Lake Nation. The water’s warming up and all is happening. For more information on fishing with Daris, contact him at (218) 214-0018 or go to his Facebook page Rosebear’s Guide Service.
"Walleye fishing continues to dominate the conversation around the lodge and in the fish cleaning shack. Our guests have had a lot to be happy about this week, the weather is good, the fishing is good and the eating, that’s been good too.
Thanks in part to the late arrival of spring, walleyes remain in shallow water where they are hungry, easier to find and so far, very catchable.
Key depths have been 9 to 15 feet and almost all of the fish have been located along shoreline structure. The best areas are near rivers and flowages where walleyes continue to enter the “main lake” as they return from the spawning season.
Many of the larger female fish have already completed their journey and now, smaller male fish are showing up in good numbers.
With surface temperatures warming steadily, spring ..." Read >> Bowen Lodge Fishing Report May 22, 2018
Getting back to my roots, fishing the way we started out, I headed up to the Little Bear Lake cabin on an early Friday afternoon. This gave me plenty of time to clean the place up a bit and to scout the lake for panfish.
Even though Little Bear had become ice free much earlier than most area lakes, it still wasn’t what we consider to be “warm” and I had some difficulty in finding and catching fish.
Crappies were found in a shallow area that I usually never fish and were extremely spooky. Even making super-long casts with finesse baits, below a bobber, had me coming up empty handed. A couple nice northern pike were spotted in the same area, resting, soaking up the sun. Like the crappies, they quickly scooted off and out of sight.
Checking shallow, protected bay areas had me finding a large school of sunfish and although they bit upon most every cast, all were of the small variety and released. It just wasn’t happening on Little Bear Lake, so I already had my mind made up, when heading back to the cabin. We wouldn’t be fishing here tomorrow.
Crappies spawn and can be easy targets, when the water temperature reaches the low 60º range and although the Little Bear Lake hadn’t reached that point yet, they wanted nothing to do with eating anything at all.
My son, Kris, and his pal, Kyle McCollor, rolled into camp as the sun was setting. Kyle had driven up from Coon Rapids and wanted to catch a few suckers for the smoker. Meeting up with Kris, at one of the local rivers, they caught and kept four of them, before arriving at camp. That was one species off the list. I wondered how many we would get over the weekend.
The next morning, we headed to a small lake and really struggled. Noted as being decent for early-season walleye, we never caught a one and between the two boats, Kris/Kyle and me/Bruce, all we caught were a couple small northern pike. Even the panfish were in hiding. It was time to re-group. Thank goodness we live in Itasca county, as there are plenty of options. There’s always another lake waiting for you, only minutes down the road.
Thinking maybe the stream trout would be more aggressive, we headed to a small designated trout lake. Again, fishing was terrible, and the only strike we encountered was something that bit off my precious Bow Spinner. It was time to pack up, once again, and head to another lake.
This one started off slow. Even catching a northern pike was difficult, until we found “the spot”, then it was one after another, until Kris reached his new Minnesota state limit of ten fish under 22”. He wanted them for pickling and this new limit is perfect for that, as they are quite small in my opinion. I seriously don’t think many folks will be targeting these fish, but we’ll see.
The new regulation protects northern pike from 22” to 26”, with them being quickly released back into the water. We only caught a couple that were in that range. Hence the new regs in trying to bolster the pike size in Minnesota.
Remaining on the same lake, we set up and tried our hand at evening walleyes and only put one in the boat, a spawned out 26” fish, which was quickly photo’d and released. Kris also added a nice largemouth bass.
The next morning had us going in a different direction for panfish. I was reluctant but went along with the boys anyway. Kris had fished this lake a number of times and knew just where they would be. He was right.
It did take a little bit, in finding the right location, but when we did, it was pretty much one fish after another. The crappies ran nice in size and a few good sunfish were caught, as well. The sunnies, however, were all released, as they were “spotty”, having been infested with neascus, aka “black spot disease”. Although harmless, if well cooked, they’re unsightly to look at, especially if you’re trying to eat one. I’ll pass, thank you.
This lake offered up a couple more bass, to add to the list, a little largemouth and a nice smallmouth.
Making a short morning of it, we made our way home to clean fish. We didn’t hammer a bunch of big northern pike or fill the boat with walleyes, but we caught a bunch of fish and of several different species. That was nice, especially after starting out struggling. It was all good.
"The Minnesota general fishing opener has me heading back to my roots, the way I started fishing in the first place. That means, for the most part, that I’ll be trolling and/or casting spoons for northern pike, a species that generally is willing to bite and provide plenty of action. It’ll be fun, and I can’t wait to feel those ferocious strikes.
Organizing my tackle, and ordering a few more things, I was delighted to see that Northland Tackle has added several new colors to their line of Forage Minnow casting spoons. A couple that caught my eye are “white diamond” and “purple scratch”. You can check them out by going on-line. Cool looking baits.
Of course, I’d never rule out soaking a sucker minnow below a bobber, if I have the patience to sit still that long. There’s something special here as well, especially when the bobber signals the first strike and then slowly takes off, disappearing out of sight. You don’t know if it’s a pesky, little trouble-maker or a ten pounder, exciting stuff. It’s all a part of Minnesota fishing.
I’m not sure how many I’ll keep, as I usually release most all of them, but the new limit for this year, in our area, is ten fish, with not more than two of them being over 26” in length. Also, all fish from 22” to 26” inches must be immediately released, so that leaves us with a bunch of smallish northern pike. Fish fry? Picklers? We’ll see how it goes.
I recall one opener, when my wife, Marilyn, brother Joel, and I anchored up in front of a small stream and used bobbers. We were so busy, it was incredible, and fun!
We used a small boat (that’s all we had) and that’s what I’ll be using again this year, mainly because a few little lakes are figured into the game plan and larger boats are to hard to get in the water.
That means a little prepping is in order. I’ll have to dig out the oars, small anchors, stringers or fish baskets, portable electronics, etc. It’s a lot of work but usually well worth it.
I might do a little walleye fishing this opener but it all depends on which way the wind blows, so to speak. We have so many options that looking in any direction offers a whole new set of circumstances. Some of the lakes, I have on the agenda, feature a small walleye population so I don’t expect to fill the boat with them. However, slowly dragging a jig and minnow is always fun, waiting for that sometimes- subtle strike.
One early season outing, with Joel, his father-in-law Harry, and me, had us fishing a small river that had a bunch of walleyes in it. We were having a good time, catching some nice fish, and “stringing them up” until it was time to tie another one on and we couldn’t find the stringer. It was at this point that we realized it had somehow come untied and was laying at the bottom of the river somewhere. Not good. I felt sorry for those fish.
And yes, the spring panfish gear will be brought along, as they should all be up shallow and ready to eat something. This is probably one of my most favorite things to do. All I need is a long-casting rod, a bobber, and a handful of Northland Tackle “Fire-Fly” jigs. I’m well-stocked up with my favorite colors, “bumble bee” (black/yellow), “pink/white”, and “glo”.
Also, never rule out stream trout at this time of the season, as rainbows bite pretty darn good. I recall an opener spent with walleye/trout expert Jerry Waldvogel. It was a late spring (much like we had this year) so instead of working hard and begging a walleye to bite, we filled the boat with trout trolling equipment and went to Nashwauk’s LaRue Pit.
Using long lines, trolling small Rapalas, we finished the day with 35 rainbow trout. It was phenomenal and a good call on Jerry’s part.
All small lakes are wide open and ready for fishing but some of the big waters will be a little sketchy. Heading to Leech Lake? Mille Lacs? You’d better call ahead and make sure you have open water to fish in.
As for me, I’ll be puddle-jumping, sitting on a boat cushion, and trolling along somewhere. I’ll more-than-likely end up with a sore back but that’s how we got into this game and I’m really looking forward to it.
Have fun my friends, be safe, and good luck!
Original weekend plans had me readying equipment for a sturgeon outing on the Rainy River (something I haven’t done in years), but up-to-date fishing reports didn’t look all that good. For one thing, boat traffic was extremely high and it’s never fun playing “bumper boats.”
Another negative factor was the river’s dirty water. Conditions like this can make the catching difficult and reports coming from friends that decided to give it a try revealed just that. I’m sure there were a few that did well but it sounded like most caught about one fish per boat and that’s not good at all. I think we’ll have to wait until it clears up a little.
The sturgeon season goes as follows: April 24 – May 7, you can keep one if so desired but only one per calendar year and it needs to be between 45-50” or over 70”. For the life of me, I don’t know why anyone would want to kill one of these fish anyway.
Looking over the Minnesota DNR charts on lake sturgeon, they estimate a 50” fish would be 23 years old, 60” – 34 years old, and 70” – 51 years old.
Many folks prefer to smoke them but not me. Imagine the pollutants they have absorbed from being in that river for that many years. Nope. Count me out.
From May 8 – 15, it’s a catch and release season only and is closed from May 16 – June 30.
However, catching them is a lot of fun and it’s a chance to catch a very large fish.
My canceled plans had me heading in the opposite direction, south, to Lake Superior. There’s always open water somewhere, if you’re willing to travel, and that’s pretty much what it takes at this time of the season.
Keith Nelson resides in Duluth and was looking for a fishing partner for the big lake. It was the perfect opportunity to get back in a boat. It was also about half the distance, being an hour and a half instead of three.
Having fished the big lake a number of times, I knew it would be cold out on the water, so there I was, digging out my winter wear, which had just been put away for the summer.
Meeting at the McQuade public access, we readied the equipment, along with several other anxious anglers. There was ice on much of the area we planned to fish, only a week earlier, and it certainly felt like it out on the water. Water temps were in the 34º range.
Setting out our two lines apiece, it was too long before a fish decided to strike. Keith and I were chatting away, not really paying much attention to the rods, when I glanced back and noticed one of my rods folded over, with the weight of a heavy fighting fish.
I took it easy and played the thing to the boat and all was well until Keith tried netting the fish. That’s when the stickbait’s treble hooks got stuck in the landing net. We all know what happens here. The fish twisted one more time and was soon swimming free again.
Keith felt bad, but I didn’t. I’m not a big trout eater anyway. It was just good to enjoy the fight on open water, once again. Although I would’ve liked a photo with the fish. It wasn’t a monster but looked to be a 6-7 pound Kamloops rainbow trout, a nice fish to start out the season.
It was slow going, with us catching one small coho salmon and losing another. Covering plenty of water, we fished as far down as the Knife River and back.
The weather was nice, as far as Lake Superior goes, but there was a bit of a chop when up and running to another area. Even though we were only going somewhat slow, at 35 mph, it would have been one heck of a ride if Keith didn’t have the Smooth Moves boat seat suspensions.
These things are incredible and anyone that does any amount of fishing on sometimes rough water should really consider these units, especially if you have a bad back, etc.
They are adjustable, according to your weight, and the suspension unit absorbs all of that bone-jarring ride. It was actually pleasant.
As for now, sticking locally, I’ll be searching out a few sucker bites. They’re just starting to go in several areas and always a part of my Minnesota spring fishing.
"Wow. Don’t you just love this weather? I’ve been ice fishing on a regular basis but Sunday’s cold, blowing wind kept me off the lake. All it took was an early morning walk with my dog, Lily, for me to rethink my plans. There was no way I was going out there, as I had been on the ice for several consecutive days and needed a well-deserved break.
I almost feel driven to go, now that I have 85 ice fishing trips in the books. Why stop now, when there’s still 30” of ice and plenty of snow to keep it cool. I might just hit 100 trips this season after all. My goodness. And to be honest with you, I’m really looking forward to some open water outings and had two of them planned but both fell through.
Both had to do with Lake Superior and I’m sure you’ve seen all the videos taken of that wild and crazy lake over the past few days. Mother Nature at her finest, it was downright scary but breathtaking at the same time.
One trip was with charter captain Lorin LeMire. We wouldn’t be taking his big rig, as it isn’t ready yet. Nor are the boat ramps. We’d be taking a smaller boat, that would be slid across the ice, and then be fishing fairly-close to shore, a mile or two. I don’t like the sounds of that. Sitting that far out in a little dinghy, one can’t help but think of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Yikes!
When the big lake trip canceled and Lorin had the day off, he was looking for something to do so we teamed up with Keith Nelson and went crappie fishing on Big Sandy Lake. Driving trucks, yes, that’s right, we made it out to one of the community holes and fished for most of the day.
I brought along my snowmobile, just in case the ice was sketchy, but it was thick and solid, with the auger’s powerhead almost hitting the surface before a hole was made. Mid-April and driving on the lakes. Who would have thought?
Fishing was slow, but the fish were nice. Big Sandy is one impressive panfish lake, without question. I really should fish it more, as it’s only an hour away, the same distance as Vermilion, Big Winnie, Bowstring, etc.
Not only was my trip with Lorin postponed but he may have to cancel or re-book several of his already scheduled trips due to the late spring. Old Man Winter just won’t go away.
The other would be shore-casting with Keewatin’s Marc Koprevic, who has been successfully practicing this art for several seasons. We canceled last week but are keeping a close eye on the conditions of the North Shore and can go at a moments notice. I’m looking forward to it, sitting on a rock, watching bobbers and/or casting. Also, it’s a lot safer.
Many of my more recent ice trips have been to lakes that have challenged me in the past, during the late-ice period. They continue to do so. I have no clue where the fish disappear to. I’d check these waters out and struggle for a few days before heading back to a more reliable bite.
Stir crazy, in a big way, I stayed home and looked through a bunch of old fishing books and it ended up being a pleasant trip down memory lane. I probably have about 50-60 books and many of them are written by friends of mine. Some are written of them. It’s a nice collection but I do have to admit, I’m more of a writer than a reader. I haven’t read too many of this collection. It’s just that, a collection.
Many years ago, Chris Hookland, Brian, and I made a trip to Lake of the Woods. We were staying at Red Wing Lodge in Morson, Ontario. The purpose of the trip was muskies, something that I was just getting into. We were all founding members of our local Star of the North chapter of Muskies Inc. and it was an exciting time.
It was a slow weekend of fishing/catching muskies but on the evening before we were to go home, Brian had a monster of a fish follow up to the boat. We stayed long as we dared and then set off for camp before darkness set in.
It was hard to leave that big, aggressive fish, as we knew by it’s attitude that it would be eating something soon.
The next morning, we were packing up, but pleaded with Chris to let us go back out for a few hours. Reluctant, Chris, who had to get back to his restaurant in Marble, finally gave us the okay, two hours and nothing more.
Back then, I never fished Canada much at all so all I had was a three-day license, which expired the day before. Seeing how I couldn’t fish, I brought along Hookland’s video camera, just in case.
Sure enough, the big fish inhaled a large, purple Eagle Tail, hitting the bucktail at boat side, with me capturing it all on video.
On the way up to Morson, Brian, an experienced musky fisherman, said “if I get a fifty incher, it’s going on the wall.” Back in those days, “fifties” were a lot harder to come by than they are nowadays. In comparison, there are a whole lot more big muskies for one to pursue today, due to excellent musky management. Back then, it was an exceptional catch.
The big fish measured at 52” and weighed 42 pounds. Brian had it mounted and it almost looked ridiculous hanging in his living room. It was just too big. The footage ended up being used in one of In-Fisherman’s musky videos.
Oh, the memories ..."
Wow. Am I going to be ice fishing right on through April? I know things can get Minnesota warm in a matter of a few days but as of right now I’m walking on 2 ½’ of solid ice. What in the world. This years fishing opener is going to be more than interesting.
How many recall the opener, only a few year ago, that had ice floes all over Big Winnie and Cut Foot? That was a late ice out and it had many, many anglers catching big walleyes. Many were kept too, as they were over the 26” slot number. How sad. I think that’s going to be the case again this year.
Looking back at the records of such things, there was documented ice on some Minnesota lakes, on the much-heralded fishing opener, in 1950, 1966, 1979, 1996, 2008, 2013, and 2014. So, it doesn’t happen all that often, but the spring of 2018 looks to be a lock.
As of this writing, last Monday, they’re still driving trucks on Big Sandy Lake (they’re catching crappies too). I have a trip lined up for Tuesday but am not too keen on driving. I don’t care how much ice there is. In my mind, it’s well into April and normally my ice fishing stuff is put away by now.
One of my more recent City Auto Glass walleye tournaments, on Lake Vermilion, had ice floes to dodge and this event is held on the weekend following the opener. I’m not in it this year but look forward to hearing of the reports.
I’ve been ice fishing 77 times so far this season and that number will surely have grown by the time I’m done. One thing I’ve noticed when drilling holes, is that some lakes have good, solid ice, replicating mid-winter, but others have had “softer” ice that comes out of the hole looking “wet”, a sure sign that spring is trying to show its face.
For those intent on ice fishing until the end, keep in mind, if we ever do have an ice out (where’s that Al Gore?), that small lakes are first to open up, much like they lead the way in being the first to freeze. Big waters follow a week or two behind, in both situations. Be safe out there.
I’m sure there will be more than a couple open water fishing tournaments that will have to be canceled or postponed. For example, I heard that Lake Pepin still has ice on it and one of the MTT (Minnesota Tournament Trail) walleye tournaments is scheduled for April 21, as is a crappie tournament on Lake Minnetonka. Normally, fisheries this far south have open water during this time but not this year.
And how about the Zipple Bay Ice Out Trophy Pike Tournament, scheduled for April 28? There might be enough room for a few boats to move around but you can bet there will still be plenty of ice on Lake of the Woods. They’re still ice fishing out there and are using extensions to get through the ice.
Several years ago, during a very late ice spring, a friend of mine planned on doing the best of both worlds on Minnesota’s opening day. He wanted to start the day off by ice fishing and finish it up by hopping in the boat and fishing the Rainy River. Well, that never happened, as the fishing was so good, he ice fished the entire day.
I can’t imagine how good the fishing will be in the Rainy River on opening day, May 12. It should be packed with fat walleyes. It’s going to be a regular “hay day” up there.
For those wanting to make the run up to the Rainy River now, before the season ends, you only have until this Saturday, April 14, to get in on the fun. Be prepared for HUGE crowds at the boat ramps and short patience for many. It’s like a gold rush and people get a little goofy at this time.
Another safe bet on Minnesota’s grand opener will be Upper Red Lake. There are plenty of fish in this body of water and it will be Minnesota mayhem at its finest. It’s amazing that the large parking area at the Tamarac River can fill up so fast. I’ve found it best to leave here around 10:00 am and arrive up there around noon, when many anglers have already gone home with their limits and parking spaces are more available.
Speaking of the Tamarac River, Marilyn and I headed up there, many years ago, on opening day and the river wasn’t posted off limits, which meant walleyes were exceptionally easy to come by. It didn’t matter where you cast or what you were using. After catching 60 fish by noon, we went home. The river was posted the following year and every year since then.
While I don’t really care if there’s going to be ice or not for the opener, I do feel sorry for the many resorts that have to deal with this situation. There’s going to be a lot of cancelations, postponements, and money lost and that’s never good.
I must go now. I hope my Vexilar is charged up and ready for another day on the ice.
"Cool mornings and brisk breezes kept me at bay, off the ice and staying home. One could have easily gone fishing, as it certainly was a lot warmer than the dead of winter, but I’m pretty much in the “no shelter mode” now, traveling light and standing out in the elements. The truck is rigged for that style of fishing and there’s no going back now.
Holed up and watching television, I enjoyed a couple ice fishing shows featuring eel pout fishing. My, where have we gone?
One was Larry Smith Outdoors, who was doing the nighttime eelpout bite with good friends of mine. It’s always entertaining and fun to watch, when you know the people involved.
Larry’s first stop was at Vexilar’s headquarters in Minneapolis, where key players of this fantastic company were featured. One was Steve Baumann.
Baumann, inducted to the Minnesota Fishing Hall of Fame in 2004, started out working for Vexilar back in the 70’s and is now the owner. A creative mind, Steve designed the first digital fish scale for Rapala and had a whole lot to do with the popularity of Vexilar’s FL-8. I remember when it first came out. It was so effective at helping anglers find and catch fish that there was talk of having it banned.
Jumping ahead to present time, Vexilar’s FLX-28, the cream of the crop, was worked on for ten years by Baumann before being released to the public.
You can check out more on the history of Vexilar, by going to Larry Smith Outdoor’s YouTube channel or Facebook. It’s quite a story.
Out on the lake, Smith teamed up with the likes of fishing guides Jason Rylander, Matt Breuer, and Jason Durham. I think we can all “blame” Rylander for the pouts gaining popularity, as he fishes for them regularly and is very good at what he does. I’ve fished with him a time or two and must say “he’s a hoot.” You just never know what he going to do next.
I do have to agree with all pout fans that they really are beautiful creatures. The leopard-like colorations are something to behold and they come in several contrasting variations. They make for great photos, if you can straighten them out, as they love to curl.
I had to chuckle during both shows, when they were releasing them back down the hole, as they curl up and won’t go back without a little help. It’s hard to make a smooth-looking release for the camera, when they twist up and lay at the top of the hole. Ha ha.
Sometimes called “poor man’s lobster”, I’ve had them for lunch before and it was “okay.” However, the only meat one can utilize from these prehistoric looking creatures comes from a “back strap”, which almost seems like too much waste. I’m all for catch-and-release fun with these guys.
It wasn’t that many years ago, when piles of them were left on the ice. Treated like trash fish, ice anglers would just toss them in a pile and leave them there for the scavengers. At one point, dog-sledders were picking them up to feed their dogs.
Thank goodness Jason Rylander came along, as these Rodney Dangerfields of the fish world are finally getting a little respect.
The show featured a lot of 4-5 pound fish, which are always fun. My biggest ever was a 10 pounder, caught on my birthday, December 7, on Lake of the Woods in Manitoba many years ago. It was released. (I didn’t know what else to do with it.)
Longtime fishing buddy, Brian Griffith, caught the pout of all pout while fishing on Little Winnie several years back. He was trying for a few walleyes in front of the Little Winnie Resort, when he tied into the behemoth.
He landed it and was busy straightening out the mess it had created, when he noticed it sliding back toward the hole. It wasn’t trying to get away. It was just so slippery that it was slowly sliding away on a thin film of slime. Trying to grab the fish was futile, as he couldn’t get a firm grip on it, and it made it back down the hole. Brian said the fish was a solid 20 pounds if it was an ounce.
He may have had the state record in front of him, as the current record is a solid 19 pound 10 ounce fish that came out of Lake of the Woods in 2016.
Good luck, be safe, and have fun. Go catch an eelpout!
Snow cover has finally settled and as of last weekend, there was plenty of ice for vehicle traffic on most lakes, with most of it measuring in the 24” range, but this is a time of the season when extra precautions need to be taken.
River mouths are extending their reaches so it’s always wise to keep a safe distance. Moving water can make things deteriorate in a hurry.
Out on the lake, you’ll notice areas starting to open near shore, due to springs or runoff created by warming temps. Also, many of the accesses are starting to get a little soft, forcing one to use atvs or foot travel but this all depends on the body of water you are fishing.
I’ve been fishing a couple different lakes that offer good fishing, a short distance from the access, which is perfect, as one has strong current nearby and the other is a carry-in only. Both waters have me loading up a 6’ tote sled with the essentials and walking out to the fishing area. It has proved to be safe and very efficient.
Plan accordingly and you’ll be surprised at how quick and easy it is to reach your spot with all the tools needed for a great late-ice outing.
A large cooler fits perfectly into the sled and is filled with most everything needed (wax worms, camera, tackle, hand warmers, ice scoop, tools, fishing towels, extra gloves and hats, etc.). I even store a couple of short fishing rods inside, when I travel through brushy areas, so not to break them. The cooler is even used for sitting on, if you find that one hot hole.
Also, on the sled is Vexilar, placed inside a bucket, which can also be used for hauling fish off the lake.
The only item carried is a K-Drill electric auger. This thing is a life-saver, when it comes to late-ice fishing and you’re walking, as it only weighs nine pounds. It’s light and fast, quickly re-opening holes from the day before with ease. A spare battery is also stored in that cooler.
For a drill. I’ve been using a ½” brushless 18 volt Milwaukee and it’s performed flawlessly.
You can use any cordless drill brand you choose, as long as it meets the following minimum requirements:
*Side Stabilizer Arm (for a secure two-handed grip) *1/2” Drill Chuck
*18 Volt/4 Amp Lithium Ion Battery (or higher) *Brushless Motor Design
*500-750 RPM with a minimum of
*Minimum 725 in/lbs or 820 UWO of torque
Drills officially approved for K-Drill use are: Milwaukee Models: #2703-22, #2704-22, #2810-22, #2709-22 and DeWalt Models: #DCD997B, #DCD991P2, #DCD996P2, #DCD997P2-BT, #DW124K
I have the 6” model, which has worked perfect for early and late ice. Early ice means thin ice and walking out and punching a bunch of holes is made easy by using a K-Drill. Late-ice offers thick ice but I’m usually only re-opening holes during this time. How sweet it is to open a dozen holes in a matter of a minute or two.
I normally use an 8” gas-powered auger all winter (for when that ice is 2-3’ deep) and will again next season, with one exception. The auger unit will be an 8” K-Drill, as it will easily slide onto the shaft of a power auger. This will give me great cutting speed and the best of all, it will be extremely light.
But for now, we still have a couple weeks left of the ice season and things are going well. The ice is great, as is the fishing. Be safe, have fun, and good luck! - Greg Clusiau, Greg's Guidelines
It’s the time of year when outdoorsmen are more-or-less dancing around weather/lake conditions and doing whatever Mother Nature allows. This means venturing out on various waters in search of panfish until the ice gets too soft, heading north to Lake of the Woods for better ice and good walleye fishing, heading south to fish the shores of Lake Superior, or just plain attending sport shows. Yes, it’s all happening now (you have no excuse to sit home).
A trip to Lake Vermilion two weeks ago had us (me, Kris Clusiau, & Blake Liend) looking for a little tullibee action and we found it by hooking up with local angler Lance Pete. Kris received a new smoker for Christmas and was anxious to put it to work.
We didn’t spend a whole lot of time there, as it didn’t take long to achieve our goal of ten tullibees. That was more than enough for the smoker. A big thank you goes out to Lance for his assistance.
Once home, Kris had them all cleaned up and soaking in a brine. The next morning, while doing a little research on different types of wood, that are best used in smoking fish, he noticed a post about Lake Vermilion tullibees and decided to check it out.
It was from an angler saying that the Lake Vermilion tullibees were wormy. Kris decided to take another look at his fish and lo and behold, he found some worms. Needless-to-say, that batch went out the window, more-or-less.
A week later, a truckload of us headed to Leech Lake for some more tullibee action and hopefully, cleaner fish this time. I’ve caught plenty of them out there before. The fishing can be very good and usually is.
We had everything along for a long, fun day on the ice but needed to stop at a convenience store in Remer for sun block. It was going to be a warm day and this time of season is tricky. You can go home with a bad sunburn, if you’re not careful. Having had skin cancer removed two times, so far, I needed my sun block, as I couldn’t remember where I left it at home.
The cashier said “no, I’m sorry, we don’t have any yet. You’re the second person to ask this morning.” She recommended checking out the Dollar General store, only one block away, and sure enough, they had a nice selection. We were good to go.
Once at the lake, I turned on my Humminbird graph and followed a previous trail that led to good “tullie” fishing only a month prior. Staying on a plowed ice road, out of Anderson’s Horseshoe Bay Resort, I was surprised to find someone parked in “my” exact spot. Slowing down, as we drove by, I noticed the “Fish of the Gitch” sticker on the truck and realized it was my buddy, Lorin LeMire.
Lorin, a Lake Superior charter captain, and I, had fished this same spot a month ago. It was odd that we would both end up trying it again on the same day.
While chit-chatting, he mentioned that the weather was going to be nice and none of his crew had any sun block. I told him of our stop in Remer and what the cashier said to me, saying someone else had asked for some earlier. “That was us” Lorin said, “she never told us to go to the Dollar General”. What are the odds?
We left him to fish an area that had quite a few anglers scattered about, agreeing to remain in contact, regarding our success. Then we would both team up in the best area.
Well, to make a long story short, Lorin and his crew only caught one tullibee and we never caught any. The lone fish they did catch was full of May flies. Hmm. Maybe that was the reason? Many of them were still alive so, naturally, we tried using them on our tiny hooks but that didn’t even help. It was just one of the days, which was too bad, as I had two of my granddaughters along, hoping to catch their first tullibee.
I remember tullibee fishing on Leech Lake 30 years ago and the fishing was stellar. What fun. I also recall some “out-of-staters” catching and cleaning on the ice. It looked like a commercial operation and surely could have been.
They had four guys catching and two cleaning on 4x8 pieces of plywood. They certainly had it figured out. This was back in the day, when there was no limit but that changed shortly after. I honestly think this had something to do with it, as they had more than anyone could possible use.
There is no state-wide limit on tullibee (cisco), except on Leech Lake, where it’s capped at 50. Whitefish, which run much larger, is 25.
There’s still plenty of ice out there for panfish anglers but please use caution. It can deteriorate in a hurry. It’s also good fishing!
As of last Sunday, I’ve still be using my old Bearcat to get around on the lakes but that almost came to a screeching halt, when I visited a small lake up north, looking for crappies. Motoring out from the public access, I ran into deep slush and was lucky to make it out of it.
Squeezing the throttle for all it was worth, I slowly spun my way to “higher ground.” Glancing behind the snowmobile, I found a real surprise. My fishing shelter, which wasn’t sporting a travel cover, was filled with slush and water. I couldn’t even see any of my gear.
First things first. I unhooked the shelter and plotted a path to harder ground, which wasn’t all that firm in the first place. Going for it, and hoping I would make it there, I once again “pinned it” and found myself sitting high and somewhat dry. Now to retrieve the fishing shelter.
Walking back, I found myself plodding in deep slush and snow, sometimes measuring up to 18” in depth. It made for rigorous hiking but was something that had to be done. Off the beaten track and alone, as usual, I hoped I wouldn’t be needing any assistance, as cell phone coverage was non-existent.
Reaching the shelter, the first order of things was to remove all gear, which had to located by using a small shovel. Once everything was out, wiped off, and placed in orderly fashion on the ice, I tipped the shelter over and watched what looked to be about ten gallons of water come pouring out.
Then it was time to pull the shelter next to the snowmobile. I wasn’t looking forward to this ordeal, as I always take much more gear along than needed. Surprisingly, things went fairly-smooth and within minutes, I was fishing.
I should have packed up and left right there but figured “as long as I’m out here.” I fished long enough to catch four smallish crappies and lost another before attempting to make it back to shore.
Steering clear of previous holes, all went well and that seems to be the key now during this time of season. If you’re going to use a machine to get out to that favorite fishing hole, avoid areas that have been drilled out, as slush, more-than-likely, will be there to challenge you.
Some lakes, however, receive a good deal of traffic and these trails usually are okay for traveling. Some even allow truck traffic, up to a point. Hopefully, these conditions will be reversed in a week or so, with the predicted warm weather helping us out.
Making it back home, everything was emptied out of the shelter, re-wiped down, and readied for the next trip, which would take place later in the afternoon. This time, I would be going to the “beaten trail”, where I knew I wouldn’t be stuck.
Fish Body Language – It’s amazing, when you think about it, at how one can tell what type of fish are below you, when ice fishing. While angling for sunfish, which had a lot of small perch mixed in, I had one fisherman ask me “how do you know what those are?”
For the most part, the little perch were remaining close to bottom and would quickly rise up like a small gang, upon me dropping my lure down to them. At this point, I would pull my bait back up and out of their reach, so they wouldn’t pick away at my waxworm. They would, however, sometimes chase it all the way up to within 5’ of the surface. Pesky, little things. It would be different, if they were true jumbos.
The little perch, if spooked, also zip back down to the bottom, as fast as they rise up to inspect your bait. We’ve all seen this.
So, if I see a 4-5 fish near bottom, they more-than-likely are going to be perch. See only 1-2 larger “bands” on your electronics and they’re probably sunfish, which aren’t as speedy, when it comes to inspecting your bait.
They’ll cautiously rise up, ever so slowly. When you see this, you’re pretty sure it’s a bluegill. This is when you leave your lure within close striking distance and don’t overwork it.
Fish coming into the cone-angle halfway down are a pretty good indicator of crappies.
However, there are times when you can throw this all out the window, as I am usually surprised most every outing. You just never know for sure.
Big Winnibigoshish Public Meeting – Big Winnie’s water clarity has jumped in recent years from 6-7’ to 14’ or more, thanks to the zebra mussel. The Minnesota DNR will be hosting a public meeting on Big Winnie’s ecosystem, March 20, 7-10 pm, at the Mn. Interagency Fire Center, 413 SE St. Grand Rapids. The meeting is free and open to the public.
Over the weekend, I tried a couple seldom-fished waters up north and experienced very poor travel conditions. Using a snowmobile, I found deep snow and slushy areas where someone had previously fished. It was a mess and I made sure not to stop.
Walking about, testing open holes was a chore as well, with deep snow making it difficult. This had me thinking. For those that try to keep fit by going to the fitness club, there’s no need for that if you’re walking around in deep slush and snow, carrying around an auger. Even after all the hole drilling is done, return trips to each hole, looking for fish with a Vexilar, gives one a pretty good workout.
Although I stayed local, some have traveled to the west, where snow cover isn’t as bad as it is here. That’s always an option. Otherwise, head to the resort roads. Sure, you’ll have to drag your shelter off the beaten track a short distance, so you don’t flood the road, but at least you’ll be able to wet a line.
During last week’s travels, I witnessed several anglers removing their permanent shelters before the supposed storm hit. For those that are waiting it out, you have until Monday, March 19 to get the dreaded task done. Pick up your trash as well, along with anything else you may have brought out there (blocking, etc.).
Most people around here are pretty good but take a visit to the big waters, like Upper Red Lake, and it’s a sad sight, especially when the snow melts. Wow. The junk left out there is incredible. What’s the matter with people. They may be fishermen but certainly not sportsmen.
The majority of my fishing, this winter, has been done for panfish, which is no surprise, but I did notice that most of my fish have come via a wax worm or plastic. For some reason, and maybe it’s just the waters I fish or “the day” but I haven’t done well at all when using spikes (larvae, maggots, etc.). That really surprises me, as they normally produce very well.
How many have had auger problems, mainly cutting a hole? My auger, an 8” Edge, was getting the job done just fine, when it slipped out of my hand and had the auger blades hitting the ice (obviously, this was before the snow cover). The next hole drilled was nearly impossible, but I limped it out for the remainder of the day.
Driving home, I stopped in at Fred’s Bait and picked up new blades, as I had a guide trip the next day and wanted to be well-prepared. Imagine my surprise, when the new blades didn’t help at all. The auger just spun around, creating a dusting of fine ice. Luckily a spare auger carried me through the day.
What had happened, and this was new to me, even after all these years of ice fishing, was the auger bit had hit the ice hard enough to get it “out of pitch.” One wouldn’t think that to be even possible, as it’s made with some heavy steel.
This could easily be solved by buying another drill unit but do you think I could find one? No way. Thank goodness for Thousand Lakes Sporting Goods, who sold me one, taking it off one of their augers. The thing cuts like a “mad chicken” now, whatever that is, and I am awfully cautious when switching hands. Lesson learned.
So now I have new blades affixed to an auger bit that is out of pitch and totally useless. At least I have spare blades, when needed. I did, however, find out that these drill units can be re-pitched for a small fee. I’ll just have to bring mine along, on my next trip anywhere close to Big Lake, home of Strikemaster.
I had to chuckle at a couple I took fishing recently. Prior their arrival, I had everything set up. The Ice Runner “Expedition” was in place, heater on, and “Precision Noodle” rods ready to go. All they had to do was step inside and get to fishing.
They were almost horrified that they wouldn’t be using a float, saying “where’s the bobber?” I said “you’re not going to be using one. You’re going to catch fish like this” and went on to give them a crash-course on using the Vexilar.
They were a little skeptical but by days end had a nice pile of sunfish and were wondering how much a Vexilar would cost them."
Glancing through the DNR fishing regulations, I learned something new and that is “portable shelters only need licenses when left unattended, which is defined as all occupants being more than 200’ away.” Keep this in mind, if you’re thinking about leaving your shelter and running home or back to the resort for something.
February 28 was also the end of the walleye, sauger, northern pike, and bass seasons so don’t be bringing any of those home unless you happen to be fishing border waters, which all have their own regulations.
Snow depth on the lakes is quite high and most vehicle traffic has come to a stand-still. I’ve been taking my snowmobile out on the ice and have witnessed several 4-wheel drive trucks just spinning away. I’ve gone that route and don’t want anymore of it. I’ve done enough snow shoveling around the neighborhood the way it is.
One of my back-in-the-bush fishing trips had a friend requesting that I check on his cabin for him, as he thought he may have left the door open, when last there, two weeks ago. Driving as close as possible, I parked the truck and headed back into no-mans land with my Bearcat.
The cabin was another ¼ mile away and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. Snow was deep enough that it was rolling right up on top of the hood. That’s one thing about the Bearcat. It’s a great ice fishing machine, with a 20” long track, but get it stuck and you are STUCK. I don’t care if it has reverse or not. The doors were all shut.
I’ve been fishing for, and catching, more bluegills, as of late, with the occasional crappie coming near sunset. Thus far, all fish have been released but that’s going to come to a screeching halt, as we’re due for another fish fry. We don’t eat fish all that often and rarely do I have any fish in the freezer, like now.
I’ve been using Tuned Up Custom Rods new “Fusion” ice rod a lot, recently, and it’s fast-becoming a favorite of mine. It’s has a slightly heavier action than the lightest “Precision Noodle”, “Bullwhip”, and “Quicktip” but is still sensitive enough to feel a light-hitting panfish bite. It’s the perfect rod for small spoons, such as Northalnd Tackle’s 1/16 and 1/8 ounce “Forage Minnow Spoons”. Just tip with a wax worm and you’re in business.
Every once-in-a-while, I’ll have someone contact me regarding which TUCR ice rod would be the best for them. The first thing I do is ask what they like to fish for and what is their favorite way of going about it, meaning what type of presentation do they normally use. I’ll post a photo showing all the ice rods and what weight lures are recommended for each. It’s very helpful.
It’s been my experience that tiny, light lures are often best fished with a “Precision Noodle”. It has a super-sensitive and forgiving tip, which is perfect for those light-biters, especially when “dead-sticking”. I prefer the PN, when using small tungsten jigs (tipped with a wax worm or spike), for fussy panfish, many times just laying the rod down (or in a rod holder) and watching for that tell-tale sign of a bite, when the rod-tip slowly starts to bend. It’s almost like using a bobber.
Out on the ice, I usually have all TUCR panfish rods available to me, as you never know what you’re going to run into. If you’re curious about the rods and would like to try one out, by-all-means flag me down and I’ll let you borrow one for a few hours. The same goes for the Vexilar FLX-28 and anything else I use.
I’m hoping the recent, little warm spell will drop snow levels on the lakes but until that happens, use a snowmobile or “track machine” to prevent needless shoveling. Good luck, be safe, and have fun!
Monster Lake Trout! A huge CONGRATULATIONS goes out to my fishing buddy, Andy Walsh, on his mammoth lake trout, caught last week, while fishing Clearwater Lake in Manitoba. The big fish, caught on a Northland Tackle bucktail jig, measured 42” long and had a girth of 28” and was estimated at 35 pounds. It looks like the 12-hour drive north was worth it, no matter how much equipment broke down.
Crappie Talk - Is it just me, or does anyone else think several of our local lakes are boasting better size and numbers of crappie this winter? No, I’m not talking big slabs but 10”ers (or slightly under), which for me are the smallest size I care to bring home for supper. Any smaller makes it hard to get enough meat to make it worthwhile.
I prefer releasing the larger fish, 12” or more, but that’s just me. To each their own and when you get right down to it, I think the perfect size crappie for cleaning/eating is an 11”er.
Thinking this over and doing a little research, if there’s an abundance of 9-10” crappie swimming around in our waters, we must have had excellent spawning results about five years ago.
Here's an example chart of the estimated gropwth rates of panfish in Minnesota; Just something to think about.
Editors Note: No it's not just you that's noticed the small fish phenomenon Greg. On January 24, 2018 Jeff Sundin wrote; "Remember how good the Crappie fishing was a few winters ago? The very strong year class of 2010 did not occur only in one lake, not even just a handful of lakes. It was an area wide bubble of beautiful fish and it came on the heels of a couple seasons where there were tons of little ones. This reminds me of what I'm seeing this winter, these small fish seem to be everywhere I go and ..." Read >> "Predicting The Predictible January 24, 2018"
Tullie Time – I made a trip to Leech Lake last Saturday and joined friends for some tullibee action. I’ve guided for them, out there, before but never fished for them on the south end, going out of Anderson’s Horseshoe Bay Resort. A plowed ice road lead us to the fishing grounds, which was an expansive area, covering several acres. People were spread out, all over the place. I was surprised to see so many trying their hand at catching a tullibee.
I usually do the best by fishing next to some type of structure (like when fishing Big Winnie) but fish were being caught, randomly, while sitting out in a deep basin area. If you were lucky enough, you’d see a few and maybe catch a couple but it wasn’t easy by no means. In typical tullibee fashion, they’d be there one minute and gone the next. Best baits varied but the top producer for our group was a small tungsten jig, tipped with a wax worm. Some were caught on small spoons but the little jigs did far better. “Dropper rigs”, featuring a spoon with a 12” leader attached to a small jig did well too. They’re always fun to catch and great table fare when smoked.
Bernardo the Brazilian – Joining good friend Lorin LeMire on Leech Lake for the tullibee fishing had me meeting a young man from Brazil. Yeah, of all places?
This all took place because of a chance meeting last summer in Alaska, when Lorin and Kevin Friehl, coming off a fishing trip, had a flight delay and found themselves with an extra day to walk about Anchorage.
They bumped into Bernardo, who was vacationing there, taking a break from schooling at the University of California, Berkeley. Bernardo had never been ice fishing (gee, imagine that) and the rest is history.
He flew in the day before and joined us on the ice and within minutes had his first fish caught through the ice, a nice, chunky tullibee. He went on to catch a 24” walleye, later in the afternoon. I wonder if he’ll be coming back?
Blinded by the White – Travel on our local lakes has just become a bit more difficult, with the recent snowfall. Up until last week, I was able to drive around on most of our lakes but that came to a screeching halt last Sunday.
Checking out a local crappie fishery, I had trouble in finding my way out to the fishing hole because of a near white-out. Fishing was poor, so I decided to get off the lake but couldn’t even see the trail. Needless-to-say, I got stuck four times in my efforts to leave the lake. This required shoveling down to the bare ice and slowly backing up in four-wheel-drive.
Once on the highway, it didn’t look too bad, so I decided to try another lake on the way home. Again, it was almost impossible to see but I made my way out there and caught a few small crappies before throwing in the towel. It was ridiculous. Luckily, I had my Humminbird graph sitting next to me, with the lake map on. At least I could follow my trail back to the main road. Looks like it’s snowmobile time until the next thaw.
Ray’s Sport & Marine Grand Opening – Ray’s Sport & Marine in Grand Rapids will showcase its flagship store this week February 22-25. Stop in and talk boats, fishing, or anything that comes to mind. I’ll be there on Sunday.
"The local bar contest took place last Saturday on Blue Lake and I was amazed at how few northern pike were caught. I don’t have an exact count but the six bars involved must have had well over a hundred entrants. I heard DeNucci’s Saloon had forty anglers sign up at their place alone.
I spent a few days on the big reservoir, prior the contest, looking for that little hotspot but came up empty-handed, not catching a northern. How is that even possible? Fishing there in the summer has one catching a fish about every hundred yards or so. It’s crawling with them.
One day, I had a couple of fish fly into the Vexilar cone and hammer my jigging bait but both got off. At least they were aggressive, a good sign. However, after checking out the same areas in the days that followed, I couldn’t even get a strike?
I do admit that I can get easily sidetracked, especially when seeing a lot of panfish activity below me. Dropping down a rather large jigging spoon attracted quite a crowd. You’d think a large bait like that would scare smaller panfish away. Not on Blue Lake.
The next thing I knew, my pike pole was put away and I was jigging away for sunfish, of which I caught a lot of. Most, however, are of the small variety but fun anyway.
One day, I put out a tip-up and watched that thing for a couple hours, while I played with the sunnies. Not a strike on the big bait. Odd?
Thank goodness there’s a nice network of plowed roads out there. One can drive most anywhere you need to. Take caution though. I recall fishing out there many years ago, in the dead of winter, when I spotted a large, open hole, about 25’ across. The steaming, black water was an eerie sight.
The day of the event, I started things out with two tip-ups, as did my partner, Andy Walsh. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t take it anymore. It was like watching paint dry.
Pulling one of my tip-ups, I started jigging, using a large spoon, tipped with a piece of minnow. My thought was 1) it’s a great presentation for northern pike and 2) at least it would generate a little interest and if they didn’t hit the spoon they’d at least take a hard look at my nearby tip-up, which dangled a frozen cisco. Nope that didn’t work either.
I jigged the spoon until I got a little too close to the bottom and that was the end of it. Once snagged, you’re usually done out there. I always joke that if I owned a local bait shop, I’d be telling customers about the great success of trolling deep-diving crankbaits out there for northern and walleye. I figure after a couple seasons of selling lures at $17 apiece, one could retire. Luckily, I’m already retired so don’t worry. That bait shop won’t be starting up anytime soon.
The contest ran from 10 to 2, with me spending the last hour of it, fishing one line for panfish, while keeping an eye on my tip-up, which never budged the entire time. Neither did Andy’s. He has more patience than I do and watched his for the entire four hours, with nothing to show for it.
We did have a little excitement and that was when the game warden checked us out (we were bored and welcomed anything to break up the monotony). I could see him checking others, while working his way in our direction, so I was well-prepared upon his arrival.
I greeted his arrival with “you’re scaring all of the fish” and handed him my license. Thank goodness he had a sense of humor. We passed the little inspection with flying colors but I’m sure he wrote a few tickets on this day. When dealing with a large crowd, as was on Blue Lake, it’s pretty much the law of averages. Somebody’s going to mess up somehow.
One thing I noticed, when fishing there for panfish on the next day, was the amount of litter left behind. Pretty sad. These are sportsmen?
Yes, Andy and I, along with most out there, went “flagless” during the event but there’s always somebody who ends up catching a nice fish and on this day it was Jeff Nelson. Congratulations to him for his 17 ½ pound northern pike, which weighed slightly over 18 pounds on the lake.
The weigh-in took place at Bernie’s Main Dry in Keewatin, which is only two blocks from my house, so after returning home I walked over to check things out. Fish were being weighed and registered outside and a nice buffet was set up inside the bar.
Not a whole lot of fish were weighed in, which still surprises me, but it looked like everyone had a pretty good time, as there were plenty of fishing stories to go around.
The Keewatin Legion took home top honors and the traveling trophy, thanks to the big “kicker fish” caught by Nelson. Always fun.
"In an effort, to put together a first-ice safety video with Terry Wickstrom Outdoors, it was my duty to find “something to walk on” and it wasn’t going to be easy, seeing how we would be filming on Thanksgiving weekend. The weather had been unseasonably warm and good walking ice was scarce.
Terry grew up in the Grand Rapids/Hibbing area and his faithful videographer (and wife), Karen Kullhem Wickstrom, was from Bemidji. It was an excellent opportunity for them to touch base with family and to get some work done as well. You know what they say. “The show must go on.”
Now, keep in mind, Karen has been in some very dangerous filming locations throughout her illustrious career. She’s dealt with everything from grizzly bears, alligators, musk ox, rattlesnake pits, and more but never looked so scared as she did on the day we filmed on the thin ice waters of Wolf Lake. Yes, that’s all I could find. It was that bad.
I don’t advise anyone to test exceptionally thin ice, but Wolf Lake was the perfect location to do so, as if you did break through, it would only be up to your waist, at worst. We weren’t all that far from shore.
We still joke about that day. Karen was inching her way out there and the ice was cracking below her feet. The look on her face was priceless. What a gal!
In the following years, I did a few more ice fishing shows with some of the top guides in the Midwest.
One was on Upper Red Lake with Tyler Brasel of Bear Paw Guide Service. Again, it was during first-ice but Karen didn’t have too much to worry about on this day, as we used snowmobiles and wheelers to reach our location. Although, looking back on it, she did look a little nervous.
Walleyes were our quarry, with a couple of tip-ups set out for northern pike. It turned out to be a pretty good show and a chance happening with the legendary Dave Genz worked out well, as he joined in on the fun.
We teamed up with another high-caliber “ice man”, the one and only Brian “Bro” Brosdahl, for a shoot on Big Bowstring and Round Lake. Bowstring offered good crappie fishing and Round gave up true jumbo perch. After our shoot with Bro, we made the next day count by filming a big bluegill segment on Bass Lake near Cohasset.
More big bluegill action was captured on ice in the Bemidji area, when a show was filmed with Matt Breuer of North Country Guide Service.
Terry and I co-hosted the “Angling Adventures” television series and did many shows together. However, there were times when I had to go solo because Terry was unable to fit it into his hectic schedule. Such was the case with Matt, which worked out wonderfully, as he’s a class act and been a friend of mine for many years. It was just “another day at the office.”
One of my solo trips was on Lake Fork, Texas, where I did three shows with three different guides. One was for big panfish, where I caught crappies up to 15”, another was for catfish, where I caught a 35 pound flathead on a trot line (illegal to use in Minnesota so that was fun), and another for largemouth bass, where I boated a 7 pounder.
I know this is summer related but had to bring this up. Always an early riser, I’d be up and about before sunrise, for hours.
That one morning in Texas, it was pitch-black out and I was outside, walking around, when I remembered what our catfish guide said. “Stay away from that tall grass, there might be a rattlesnake in there.” It must have looked like a cartoon, with me practically running on air back to my room. I thought the snakes may be warming themselves on the cement sidewalk on this cool morning. Yikes!
Once back inside, I made coffee and waited for Karen, who was in the next room. It seemed like hours but was probably only 30 minutes or so before I went outside and knocked on her door. Now that was a mistake.
My clock was off and she’s one that loves to get a good night’s rest, unlike me. If looks could kill! I think I rousted her out of bed at 5 am. We still joke about that event. At least, I think she’s joking?
These events lead Terry into asking me to host a largemouth bass show in Mexico and although most anyone else would have jumped at the chance, I wanted no part of it.
On a past and very successful trip there, Terry caught several big fish and the resort wanted him to come back. They did, however, need to travel with armed escorts to get there because of local banditos.
Nope! Not me. Send me north for big lake trout or someplace where’s there’s ice. (to be continued)
"Holy smokes! We’ve got some continuing incredible weather heading our way. Be sure to get outdoors and take advantage of it.
This is the type of weather that allows one, especially me, to drive out onto the lake and fish out of the truck. I like this scenario, sitting behind the wheel, with the wind (if any) coming from the opposite side, the heater blowing, and the radio on. It doesn’t get much better. Especially if the fish are in a biting mood.
However, there is (or can be) one slight problem and that is lake conditions. I found this out last Sunday, while doing a little fishing before the Vikings game got started (don’t remind me).
Now, keep this in mind. Popular lakes, that get a fair amount of vehicle traffic, are your “go to” bodies of water, if you prefer driving out to that special hotspot.
I went to a local favorite, up on the Scenic highway, drove out to one of my past-producing hotspots, and parked so the wind was blowing on the passenger side of my truck. Perfect. I had just started to get into it when a fishing friend of mine stopped by.
Having just picked up some bait, he was told where they were really biting and was heading in that direction. The lake, a good one, was further up north but not all that far away. Count me in.
Arriving at the lake, I noticed a couple of vehicles sitting in the little parking lot (not a good sign). Why didn’t they drive out there, like I did on the first lake?
We walked down and inspected the access. Yes, it had a little drifted snow but once one was through it, smooth sailing should be had (at least we thought so).
Discussing the situation, my partners decided to go for it. After all, if they got stuck, I had a tow strap.
Blasting through the deep snow, they made it onto the lake with ease. Snow was not a problem, but large areas of deep slush was. One didn’t dare stop.
I waited on shore and listened, as they were now out of sight. I could hear the motor revved up and then noticed the headlights. They were coming back at a pretty good clip and I barely had enough time to back my truck out of the way, as they made their way up the hill. They were laughing (one can laugh when you don’t get stuck). We could hear laughing from the lake as well. The walkers thought it quite comical.
Now we knew why the other anglers had decided to walk out like normal people. Us, on the other hand, sometimes get a little lazy and didn’t care to go that route. So, the end-result was: walking anglers were catching fish and we were stuck on shore.
Not to worry. There was another good lake down the road, which just so happened to be on our way back home.
Stopping there, it was the same situation. You could see where someone had driven out, leaving deep, frozen, slushy tracks. Nope. That wasn’t going to happen. It was back to the first lake, where we at least knew we could drive out without any problems. That’s the price you pay for being lazy.
Back on lake number one, we parked a short distance away from one another and began catching fish. They weren’t big, like the other lakes had to offer, but at least they were fish and the catching was good. My, how many times does the grass look greener on the other side? Or in our case “the fish look larger.”
A snowmobile would have made it out there and back, but we weren’t in that serious a mood, as we wanted to take it easy and get home in time for the playoff games (I’m sorry I had to mention).
Looking back on it, a snowmobile very well could have gotten stuck out there, as the slush was quite deep. And then what? I’ve been there a time or two and it’s definitely not any fun, standing in deep slush, shoveling and lifting. Nope.
What are your options? I’d go to larger “resort lakes” that offer plowed roads or stick to the little, local, bodies of water that receive a lot of truck traffic. At least you’ll be able to drive out. Those back-in-the-bush little sleepers are better off left alone...." Read >> Greg's Guidelines
Things went well and the only real concern to me was the fact that we would be leaving a “footprint”, meaning that evidence of exactly where we were would now be there for all to see. Would my clients come back to the same spot on their own?
Back in the working days, Monday through Friday, most of my fishing took place on weekends and on my return trip to the same lake, the following Saturday, I found the same group, fishing the same spot. You couldn’t blame them. I didn’t own the lake but it was definitely of some concern to me.
Exchanging pleasantries, we drilled a few holes next to them and checked it out with our one and only Vexilar, looking for fish. Wouldn’t you know it? There wasn’t a fish to be found in this area.
We explored other areas of the lake and found a good bite, unlike our hapless friends, who remained in the same spot, trying to catch a few crappies in pretty much fish-less waters. I think they learned a valuable lesson on that day, being “go with a guide or buy a Vexilar.”
I don’t know if it’s my imagination, or not, but it sure seems like we had a lot more snow and cold weather back then. Trying to reach some of my favorite fishing holes wasn’t easy, as I didn’t have a snowmobile. Countless hours were logged, pulling my one-man Fish Trap all over the North Country. Sometimes it meant wading a mile or two through snow too deep for a four-wheel drive pickup truck. Hey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
GPS units weren’t available yet so anytime we found a good bunch of fish, landmarks were pinpointed in hopes of returning to the same exact spot. Sometimes, discreetly positioned “snow mounds” or a small tree branch was left to show us the way.
Minnows were used most of the time, although waxworms and maggots eventually made their way into my arsenal of baits. When guiding fairly steady, a regular shipment of bait came to my doorstep, ordered from Vados Express Bait. I still have an account there and use it from time-to-time.
It took several years before I had “all the right gear”. Having a snowmobile and hand-held gps unit opened up several options. Now I could fish those little hard-to-reach honey holes that only a select few were visiting.
The “Ice Team” was founded and I was honored to be a charter member, along with a handful of others. Terry Wickstrom, formerly of Hibbing, now living in Colorado, was one of them. We now had access to the best information and products in the business.
Guide popularity opened several doors that lead to television shows and some of the first were with “Outdoors Minnesota”, based out of St. Cloud.
I recall we had a good bite going on Big Bowstring (yes, I fished this lake many years ago and it’s still a favorite today). OM came up for a shoot and things weren’t going well at all, as fish were really tight-lipped and hard to come by.
I could tell the hosts, Tom Brandt and Jerry Carlson, were getting a little frustrated, as they had a bunch of money tied up in this thing, hiring a cameraman, etc. I suggested packing up and going to another lake. They were all for it but a little reluctant when I told them it was an hour away, just north of Nashwauk. Yes, we were going to Crooked Lake. I don’t think there’s ever been another show filmed on that body of water. LOL.
It was late-ice and easy traveling with vehicles. We drove out of the “piling landing” to a spot that I had only recently discovered. I sure hoped the fish would still be there.
Imagine my surprise, when the fish were biting even better than on my most recent visit. Many of the fish, crappie and sunfish, were even larger than I was catching beforehand.
It turned out to be a good show but the funny thing (well, maybe not funny) is that I haven’t done well in this spot since. Incredible (incredibly lucky).
Teaming up with Terry Wickstrom, who had now started the Mt. States Fishing television show, based out of Colorado, I did another show on another little lake north of Nashwauk, Little Buck Lake.
It was first-ice this time and Terry had arrived in Minnesota to attend the new and up-coming St. Paul Ice Fishing Show as part of the Ice Team. He wanted to do a show and the ice was sketchy, at best, but I knew we could get it done.
With the help of Jerry Waldvogel as cameraman, we made it happen and it turned out to be a pretty good show.
Now here’s the funny thing. We attended the St. Paul show and people were amazed that we had already been on ice, as the weather was really warm. So much, in fact, that when we filmed the show, we had to get off the lake, as the ice was getting very soft and almost disappearing below our feet.
After the St. Paul Ice Fishing Show, I returned home to find Little Buck Lake had opened back up. Waiting for it to freeze up again, I made it back out there and can proudly claim to be one of the very few to fish “first ice” twice on the same lake in two weeks. That doesn’t happen very often, if ever.
(to be continued)
Yay! Finally, a reprieve from Mother Nature. The recent super-frigid temps kept me off the lakes for a few days and I didn’t even mind it. Imagine that. Back in the day, when working fulltime, I’d pretty much force myself to go, no matter what the weather, just to “get my licks in.” However, now every day is “Saturday” for me. How sweet it is!
The recent warm spell has fish cooperating very nicely. I think they’re happy with the warm-up as well. At least they’re biting a lot better than before.
I’m finally driving out onto a few of the lakes but still taking a good deal of safety precautions. My most recent adventures have been on Big Bowstring Lake, where ice was measured at 21-22”.
When it comes to checking ice thickness (and safety), I drill a hole, shovel it down to the ice, and use a tape measure, to get an accurate reading. It’s a secure feeling, knowing exactly what’s beneath me but, then again, ice is never 100% safe so I always keep that in mind, especially when nearing pressure ridges, etc.
I’ve been going out of Geiger’s Trail’s End Resort on the north end, as Bill has a nice network of plowed roads to travel on and he always tries to go within a short distance of prime fishing areas. A lack of snow cover allows one to travel “off the beaten path” but I did come to a stand-still a few times, when encountering crusted drifts that gave way to the heavy frontend of my truck (bring a shovel, just in case).
Some anglers have struggled in their catching and I believe most of the problem lies with their ability to stay mobile. If I’m not seeing many fish, I don’t stick around. Often, fishermen will see a lot of fish and try to catch them, as they slowly come up off the bottom but many times these are small perch and a move is required. Don’t waste your time, especially if the moving is easy.
“Fishing memories” often limits anglers in doing well and I’ve been just as guilty as anyone of this. I always check out past hotspots, just to see if anything is happening there and most of the time it’s not.
Many of my memory spots are waypoints on my graph and have names of fishing partners. How can one not fish areas like “Joel 1” (brother Joel), “Jack 2” (uncle Jack), and “Bills” (Bill Olson).
On most lakes, there are hundreds of places to fish. If the fish aren’t cooperating (or can’t be found), don’t hesitate to drive another ¼ mile, ½ mile, or even 2 miles or more.
Fish aren’t always relating tightly to structure. You may want to stop out in the “middle of nowhere” to try your luck. I’ve done this several times and every-once-in-a-while you just happen to find the Mother Lode.
Usually, these random spots have fish there and then gone, as there’s nothing to hold them, other than forage and that’s why they’re there in the first place.
Now you run into the decision of “do I sit tight and wait for them to come back or run around and try to find them?” I usually let the fish tell me the answer. If they’re in a real aggressive mood, chasing around, here and there, it may be best to sit and wait for the next flurry. Sometimes you only need to wait for 15 minutes or so.
However, if the weather is nice and you have several drilled holes at your disposal, you may want to go with the “run and gun” approach. That’s all up to you. I recall many a guide trip when the customer was older and preferred to sit and wait them out. They did well. Go with your gut feeling.
When it comes to live bait, I usually have a very nice selection of most everything. My usual offerings are waxworms, colored maggots, and small crappie minnows but the best presentation last week has been a small jig and plastic.
It was a little bit of a stubborn bite, when I noticed some white plastics that were left behind from a recent guide trip, where Wisconsinites Marques and Scott really did a number on the fish. They were both using a Freedom Baitz “Hellcat”.
I stuck one on the end of a small tungsten jig and the result was overwhelming. What a difference that made. Fish were rising up in a hurry to engulf this long-legged presentation. Needless-to-say, I finished the day with it and realize I just may need to make a small order.
Have fun, be versatile, and stay safe!
After a couple of very successful years hosting the Masters, I decided to hire someone to keep an eye on the cabin while we were out fishing all day and had the perfect guy in mind. We’ll just call him Rip.
Rip was one heck of a cook. As a regular member of our Little Bear Lake deer hunting crew, I got to witness this firsthand. The man was incredible. All he had to do was keep the cabin warm (we had a barrel stove for heat), serve up a piping hot breakfast, and have dinner waiting for us upon returning to “base camp” each evening.
The first year went smoothly, with delectable appetizers being served before each meal, which was always something special and often a complete surprise. One time, we ran out of propane, so Rip prepared everything on top of the barrel stove and managed to have peach cobbler, pies, and a five- course meal waiting for our cold and hungry bodies. I couldn’t believe it.
Now, lets talk about the following year, shall we? I had a number of guests that I wanted to impress (that was a part of the fun) and everything was going smoothly, which started out with a fantastic breakfast.
It was cold out and we fished right until dark. I could hardly wait to get back to a warm shack and have a hot meal.
Surprise, surprise. Now, I should mention that Rip liked to have a little “nip” once in a while but I didn’t expect him to do it on this day (we talked about this beforehand). I noticed something wrong as soon as I opened the door. The cabin was cold and there was Rip, sleeping, with his head on the kitchen table.
While guests were standing around, wondering just what they got themselves into, Terry and I took control and quickly got the cabin warmed up and started cooking. Thankfully, Rip had the food prepared so all we had to do was heat it up (I’m a terrible cook).
Rip had a big beard and could have filled in at anytime for a ZZ Top band member. As a matter-of-fact, he said he hadn’t shaved since he graduated from Hibbing High School, many years ago. I remember looking at him, passed out, and contemplating cutting that big beard off his face. Yes, I was a little hot. But I didn’t, thank God.
The next morning, we had the “breakfast of champions”, as Rip, licking his wounds, had really done it up right.
That memory is so etched into my brain that I can even recall the lake we went to, Gunnysack.
We fished a lot of local Itasca county lakes back then, many of which were the first to freeze, so you can only imagine where we went. The majority of the time, all fish were released but we did take thousands of photos.
Many say that it was the popularity of the Minnesota Masters of Ice Fishing gathering that lead to the big St. Paul Ice Fishing Show, along with others across the Midwest.
My ice guiding had taking off very well, with clients contacting me from all over. I believe I was the first to offer guided trips on a personal level, where everyone had their own heated shelter, Vexilar, etc. I had so much equipment that it was hard to take it all along, if I had a large group.
I recall one trip, in which I tried to talk my clients out of, was taken on the coldest recorded day in Minnesota.
Looking at the forecast, about a week before the trip was scheduled, I called my client and told him it was in their best interest if they canceled and tried for another date. Frigid weather was moving in and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
His response was “nope, we’ve been planning this for weeks and we’re coming”. Oh boy. Doesn’t anyone ever listen to their guide? Of course, this was back then, when I’d let the customer tell me what to do (my how I’ve changed).
They showed up and were staying at The Pines on Big Winnie. That morning (February 2, 1996), which has been recorded as the coldest day in Minnesota, I headed over, only to have the antifreeze blow out of the truck.
Luckily, I flagged someone down and brought most of my gear to the resort for them to use. There was no way I could guide them. They’d be renting a permanent shack on the big lake, which was really the only way to go under these circumstances.
I left them (total strangers) a four Vexilars and $20 worth of minnows. I returned a couple days later to pick up my equipment and never even got a tip out of the deal.
The coldest recorded temperature on that day was a hearty -60º below zero, Cook, Minnesota. (to be continued) ..." Read >> More Greg's Guidelines