Here’s what my field of vision has looked like for roughly the last ten days. A tight line, a clear northern lake, lots of trees, eagles overhead…ahhh. I’m pretty much in paradise wherever they have bait shops that look like this:
What did I catch? Crikey, a lot. The weather was cold but the fish were up in the shallows spawning. We stayed in a cabin on a small lake, right on the edge of the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest, up in Phelps, Wisconsin. There was a pier right out the front door where the girls could catch bluegill aplenty. I was reeling in a nice one when this bruiser here came out of nowhere and hit it like Kim Kardashian on a cinnabon. Boom!
I tried to bring in both the bass and the bluegill, but without a hook in its mouth I couldn’t keep the bass on the line. The bluegill popped out of its mouth and it swam away having literally lost its lunch. The girls reasoned that we needed a lure that looked like a bluegill, so off we went to the bait shop. A few casts later that sucker was ours.
Otherwise the walleye fishing was outstanding. My last day I caught over a dozen, not one of them under 17 inches. I caught a 22-inch northern as well, though I confess I don’t much care to deal with those slimy things.
I saw several muskie but none cared to jump on the line, which was probably just as well since I was using extremely light tackle. Overall it was a very successful week away. The little Pastrys got to see a part of the country they’d never seen before. We saw dozens of deer plus otters, beavers and about 20 different species of birds. We found wolf and bear tracks but never managed to glimpse any, much to our disappointment. The mosquitos were as big as light aircraft.
We’re a little blue to be back, but there’s plenty of summer left and I’m sure we will stage several other minor escapes before it’s over. This was a great start.