Time sure flies when you’re having fish…going fishin’, er having fun, sorry for the typos,my fingers just go that way. Can’t believe, or accept the fact that it’s past-time to put the boats away. Most sane people have done that long ago, I guess that make me IN-sane. Truth be known, I would have my “Fishin Mission” under plastic by now if the NOAA guys didn’t call me last week to bring them to Isle Royale, which I did on Saturday.
The weather station on Passage Island when capooie and they needed a boat to bring them there to fix it. We were lucky enough to have a decent weather day to get there and back on Saturday to get the job done. With 4 of us on the trip, there was only one, yours truly, who wanted to fish, so while the others went to shore, I stayed on the boat and caught a couple lakers to take home. Nothing big, but fun on a spinning rod with 6 pound test line.
Yesterday, after calling a 1/2 dozen guys to go fishing and trying to bribe my boys, I finally went out by myself and my 19 footer (the Helm-n-Buoys) to try for some spawning lake trout at Traverse. Bro-in-law Erik was there and Ralph was just leaving.
I caught one and lost one before moving out to deeper water and saw the most un-believable sonar reading ever. I dropped a few lines and bang, bang,bang, bang,bang, bang, I got 6 in a row. They were the hardest fighting lake trout I caught all summer, even though they were not big. I released 2 and came home with my limit of 5 and would have fished more, but darkness stopped the bite. Perhaps I should have tried some glow spoons, but it was time to leave anyway. Hope I can find them schooled like that next time out!