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Location: Milw, WI | Ok, lets get them posted on hear.
We all need some light reading.
I expect there will be some bull, some truth.
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Location: Rhinelander | I have to hit the road, but will preface my 'good old days' story with this picture.
Remember when?
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| Went spring walleye fishing on the Wolf with my friend Steve and the entire ride up I told him how my "new" Lindy rigs were going to out fish his Wolf River rigs. We laughed and jawed about it for hours and I was sure the new would outfish the old telling him I was going to "kill him with my Lindy rig". Well after getting our favorite boat from Gene's Resort we went in to the Bridge Bar to get the "word" on the bite from Russ Kapitzke and a few needed supplies for our first night of fishing. Off to our spot, we anchored, lit the lanterns and I shot my first cast down stream from the boat. As I watched my favorite Royal Bonnell (sp?) line stream off the reel (Mitchell 300), suddenly the line was no longer in contact with the reel and a "tail" of light brown monofilament disappeared into the night air and out of the soft glow of our lantern lights. A moment of silence and Steve cleared his throat and said, "Yep, going to kill me with that Lindy rig." Sure enough at some point while I was parking the car, in the bathroom or something, Steve has stripped a few feet of line off my reel, cut it and then wound the rest back on to my reel. He had also taken the second rig from the package and tied it on his line. Shock turned in to laughter and I think I threw a balony snadwich at him. I dug in to my tackle box, tied up and we caught our first fish on Lindy rigs, slowly working them back to the boat. We would have had the best stringer of walleyes of our lives had we not forgotten to bring it in the boat as we left in the morning. Once through the prop cost us one fish, a picture op and a few extra incisions on a few of the fish we cleaned, but it is a grand memory I'll have with me forever. |
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| Cripes guys that's an old story, Royal Bonnyl? Wasn't that a Garcia Product?
OK Steve I'll see your Manuf. Walleye Council Sticker and raise you one 1985 MWC Championship belt buckle.
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Location: Milw, WI | In the good old days....
I worked on friday (after school) till 8pm at the bait shop.
Then we went down to Lake Mich. and pulled buckets of smelt till midnight.
Used to able to fill a fiver in ten minutes when they were in.
We also would put lots of game fish, surprisingly lots of large walleyes.
We pulled them to eat and to stock the bait shop freeze for sale as bait later in the year.
So one night I deceided to sort out some smaller smelt for walleye bait.
We now had a boat and never fished the spring run before.
We took these to one of our good fall spots on the Wisconsin river.
We drove right there right then and there, and would catch sleep in the parking lot till the sun would wake us.
Well the lot was empty at 2:30am when we got there as expected.
But when we woke up it was packed we were trapped by the line of boats lauching.
What the hey?
Never seen these many boats here before, never been here in spring either.
Finally got in the water and the foam from the dam had frooze that night.
It was interest seeing how each guy would deal with the iced up launch.
Never though of that whwt a learning trip this is going to be.
What we deamed the" root beer float bite was to follow."
We needed the largest jigs we had to punch through the frooze foam just to get the baits in to the water.
And nothing was hitting near the bottom.
Well I was hungry, and set my rod down with the smelt just under the floating foam to keep it moist while I ate.
Well half way through the sandwhich my rod trys to jump in the river, grab for it .......missed em.
Put another smelt from the ziplock bag on the jig head and set it back down, back to finish eating.
There it goes again.....got her, 4 lbs.
Nice one....... in to livewell, (that I built for that boat over the winter).
Started getting that it going to be a really good feeling.
Well for the next 45 mins, till the frozen float foam melted.
We smacked them.
After the sun got up high and melted the foam , we had to go back to standard river jigging.
We only got little guys after that and it got much slower.
As I looked around I realised there was a tournament going on.
As the biggest tip was the guy at the weigh in spot talking over the loud speaker, telling me so.
Well at noon we pulled out and just for fun I took the landing net full of our limit over to see what they weighed.
Well it took both of us to carry it.
Boy that guy must have never expected a bag like that from that spot.
He started over the loud speaker that "we have a early weight coming up to the scales and it a good one."
He was besides him self going on and on till we got up there and he asked what boat number we were.
Well we are not in the contest but could you weight these fish for us.
Told the folks that had ran up to the scales that we were not in , but should have been.
We decieded to hang out and eat some pizza's and watch the weigh in.
Well...... you knew this was coming didn't you.
We had the largest bag buy 16lbs.
Would never of happen if I even thought about being in it .
To this Day I regret taking those fish home.
They were all pre-spawn females and we were dumping the eggs in to the garden.
And that was he last monster bag we have ever taken from that spot.
Used to do real good there in fall and would take only small ones for the table, but it was a long winter.
And long savored Walleyes were for dinner that night.
They were gross, the dog that would steal perch whole and eat them raw cryed and ran away with his tall between his legs like I was trying to kill him or some thing, when I gave him the cooked ones we could not pallete.
We ate them from there in Fall (Deer hunting) all the time and never fished there in the spring before.
All I can say is that thank God the paper mills are not dumping that stuff it to the river anymore.
To this day I do not know what group it was , and if there ever was a contest there again.
The whole deal was like a real cool dream that happened.
Ahh them good old days.
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An amatuer experience with Dan Stier back in '97 on the St Louis River, had us fishing the river near the launch point, waiting for all the boats to depart - most upriver.
After surprising Dan by catching a large walleye (my largest ever at that time), we screamed towards the shore in a very shallow bay. At eh last moment, when I had thoughts of us ramming the shore, a small creek created an opening wide enough to bowmount our boat through.
After a silent run around a slow bend, the creek widened and a 12 foot hole surrounded by weeds appeared. And then I noticed minnows jumping out of the water being chased by walleyes!
In short order we caught a limit and burned back to the weigh-in. And did I ever learn a big lesson about walleyes!
Edited by Rick Larson 6/4/2004 9:55 PM
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| 1971 : I am a 24 year old Captain running a Charter on Lake Winnibigoshish, Minnesota out of our family resort. It is late June and the walleye bite has slowed. I am dreading the on slaught of "cane-poling for northerns" which is fast approaching. This is my 'fall back ...my other, "alternative" method of generating guide trips. I only do this when walleye fishing goes Ka-put, and I hate it. I dread it! So, I am really wanting to continue to catch 'eyes, so I do not have to reort to "cane poling" for my income.
Anyway... a charter customer with a party of six is booked for a walleye trip this day. When he shows up he has a small styrofoam cooler with him. I think nothing of this as we have plenty of room on the boat..... I get every body rigged up for vertical rigging with slip sinkers and 54" leaders, on which we will tail hook minnows and fish 15-30' break lines. When we get to my first "spot" , this guy with the cooler comes up and says..."here, put one of these on". I looked and the cooler had LEECHES in it. He showed me how he hooked them and exclaimed they were absolutely "KILLER" for walleye. Well... heck, I figure this guy is a sicko!!!!!
I politely told him I would use a rainbow chub for a while...you know, just to make sure they weren't biting minnows, and all.
He and his buddies put leeches on and Bingity bangity bang... I was a busy boy netting fish. My chub was totally unharrassed, which was good, because I was really busy netting fish for this crew of leech users.
As soon as a "lull" in the action took place. I put a leech on, too. The first one was difficult, to stomach, but it immediately caught a nice 'eye...and from that point, I suddenly loved them. We had an awesome day. Plus.... I got the guy to divulge his leech source to me.
Well, I got on the phone that night and rounded up a gallon (that's how we used to buy them... gallons, not pounds) and started rapidly becoming the "hottest guide" on the lake. I had a lot of fun for over a year, before the other guides caught on. 
It was like fishing virgin water! They worked so well at the beginning, I could not believe it! I'd be fishing the same spot as other charters and mjust kickin their butts!
Fun!!!! |
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| Remember when Bago was a Hammer Handle factory in 70's-80's?
It's back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Location: Essexville, MI./Saginaw Bay. | I was going to dig out a couple of my old Manufacturers Walleye Council Patches from way back, but see Steve grabbed that idea. And being I started walleye fishing when I was 7 years old. I have what would amount to, just to many walleye stories to pick the best one. So, I'm going to post a few pictures from bygone years. First one may draw some flack, as it was taken back in 1959 when how many you caught and kept mattered very little. It was a two day trip that my Dad, my uncle and I took to Munoscong Bay, in Michigans Upper peninsula. Picture two is of my brother Dave, holding the stringer and me in back pretending to like him. Picture three is of some giant perch we caught in Lake Huron at Harbor Beach in Michigans thumb. Last one is of my Dad at Munoscong Bay 1978, the year before his sudden heart attack and death at the age of 54. I'd give back all these memories to have him back for one day.
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