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Everything I needed to know about fishing, I learned at 6 years old. |
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Flashback: it is 1971, and a wee little lad has been chosen by his grandparents to travel north to the family property in Birchwood, WI. I had waited my whole life for this opportunity-- a total of 6 years. For months I acted as an angel so the trip would happen. I had no idea what Birchwood was, but I wanted to go more than anything else in the world. What I didn’t know back in 1971, and maybe just realized in the last year or so is that everything I ever needed to know about fishing was going to be taught to me in the next seven days.
Our family land has three private lakes, each about 20-30 acres. The surrounding land is forest land, and has never been improved, with the exception of a small trailer (1954) and a shed which is used to store some ancient supplies. No bathroom, running water or electricity (even to this day) are on the premises. To me, this is one of the most pristine and glorious place on the face of the earth. My Grandma was an ornithologist and teacher and had a passion for birds and bird watching. She also had an intense knowledge of everything wilderness, from the plants which grew on the forest floor to the animal tracks which marked the mud. She also knew how to untangle a six year old’s cane pole, so I felt this to be one of her greatest attributes. We traveled into metro Birchwood, population 538, to get the provisions we needed for the day. Fresh water, food, bug spray, worms and the boat. The boat was glorious in my estimation. A 12 foot row boat made of thin aluminum, with bubblegum and the 1950’s equivalent of marine goop patching the holes in the bottom to prevent the water from gushing in. A rusty old tin can lay on the floor of the boat for bailing water, just in case some of the gum became too brittle. The old wooden oars were weathered and cracked, but still seemed to have some life left in them. Once back at the property, we carried the boat down to the front lake. The other two lakes are inaccessible from the main road, and one of the lakes has never been fished in the 70 years we have owned the property. To get to the third lake requires maneuvering the boat through the forest, down a steep embankment and thru approximately 30 acres of woods. In today’s world with four wheelers it is achievable, but unfathomable back in the 1970’s. Grandma loaded me up on the hot aluminum bench seat of the boat, secure in my bright orange floatation device. Grandpa gave us the heave ho from shore while losing a shoe in the muck of the soft mud. Grandma rowed our barely functional boat to her favorite spot on the lake—a point directly related to deep water. Lesson: Location, location and location. If I was going to fish, I would have to bait my own hook. I grabbed the ancient cane pole, and threw a small temper tantrum. Grandma said she would show me how to hook the first worm, but I was six now, and would have to fend for myself the rest of the week. The worm was rigged, so I whipped that cane pole into the water, bobber and hook in one direction and the worm in the other. Guess who had to put the worm on now? Lesson: Fish or cut bait, either way you have to bait the hook. Once re-baited, grandma suggested that I “gently place” the bobber along the lilly pads, because that was where the big fish hang out. The bobber landed in the exact location I was hoping for—the water. I sat patiently as I expected the fish to be on the hook within seconds. Grandma taught me quickly to wait, be prepared, and sit quietly until the fish made our offering a meal. Lesson: Fishing is a finesse sport. All of a sudden, the bobber disappeared, and we had action. I ripped that cane pole so hard; there was no way this fish was ever getting off the hook. I had instantaneous turned a bluegill from a fresh water fish into a flying object. Grandma explained all about the appropriate method of setting a hook. Lesson: A fine touch is required to be successful. Of course I had to take the fish off the hook. Grandma supervised me to ensure the fish was not going to be harmed. I was so excited to keep and eventually eat that Bluegill. Grandma had other ideas. I remember her saying that it was too small to eat, and that I had better get my bait back in the water so that we could have dinner that night. Lesson(s): This was my first exposure to selective harvest and fishing under pressure. As the day went on, we caught some eater- sized bluegills. We returned back to the home base to meet grandpa, who was anxiously awaiting our return with his filet knife. He walked over to the tree which had a small board attached to it. The make shift table wobbled as he placed a fish upon it. Next the scales were flying and I was petrified. Then the head of that fish came off, and I ran to the hills. How could my grandpa do that? He said it was for the raccoons which would show up later that night. I thought that was pretty cool. Lesson: Everything in the wilderness gets recycled. That evening grandma fired up the propane stove inside the trailer. A couple mice got a quick education about heat, and scurried out of the trailer. Grandma’s secret recipe started with bacon grease as the main ingredient. To this day, I have never found a coating which has better taste. Grandpa made me eat the tail of the first “keeper” fish I caught. Fried within the special concoction of grandma’s method, the tails were crispy good. Lesson: Bacon goes well with everything. It is now forty years later, and I have I taught my sons the delicate art of fishing in Birchwood, on the same lake, with the same methods, and a little newer boat with less bubblegum in it. They experienced many of the same reactions I had at 6 years old, so it was incredible to think how they just might teach my grandkids the same way. Above all else, the lessons which were ultimately taught and learned was an appreciation of Nature, which gets overlooked so much in today’s society. Thanks Grandma! |
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It happens every year in April in Wisconsin—the year’s first significant rain fall. Once that warm water falls from the heavens, millions of night crawlers emerge from the earth and on to the streets and sidewalks. Fishermen understand, this is the time to potentially pick up a season’s worth of bait. Crawlers come out when the ground becomes saturated with water or at night, hence the name night crawlers. Many times these worms can reach sizes in excess of a foot. When not picking up the worms by rainfall -- the best way is to find an evening with light mist or dew, and pick the crawlers in open soil areas (like a garden). Remember that night crawlers are sensitive to sound and light, so be sure to act accordingly while hunting worms. Bedding is critical to your long term success or failure for the survival of the worms. The bedding should have some moisture in it, but should not be soaking wet. Remember the reason you captured these little guys this spring was because the ground was saturated and they had to leave their homes to find dryer land.
There are many trains of thought as how to make the bedding. Many individuals will use newspaper and some garden soil to make their mixture. Other methods include manure, peat moss and other substances. I prefer to use some of the store bought bedding like Magic Worm or Frabil Fat and Sassy bedding. I have found that the experts can make the bedding to optimal levels of certain substances, which can prolong the life of the worms. This eliminates any guess work from a homemade blend. If you are making your own concoction, be sure to let it set up for a couple of days prior to adding your stock of night crawlers. Once your bedding is prepared, introduce your crawlers to their new home. Make sure the bedding is not compacted, so they can easily burrow into the bedding. The fluffier the consistency of the bedding, the better for the soon to be bait to thrive. Continue to monitor the worm box for a couple of days after initially placing the crawlers into the bedding and pick out any injured or unhealthy worms. Many “experts” suggest keeping night crawlers and smaller (red, leaf etc) worms in separate homes. The bedding should be changed every 1-2 months. To feed your crawlers, a store bought worm food can be used. If you prefer, add just about anything which comes from live plants. It is advisable that the plant parts be placed into the bedding and covered for optimal success. Do not use meat products. Ideally, add enough food which the worms can process in about three days. Too much food can cause your eco-system to die off, so be very careful not to over feed. As your bedding ages, it will have a tendency to dry out. Be sure to add water as needed. Night crawlers do not need as much moisture in the soil as most people think. A good way to add water to the bedding is to do it with a spray bottle. Just spray the top of the bedding and mix it into the box. Be sure not to use tap water. Preferably, collected rain water or distilled water is ideal. Temperature is a key component to the survival of the crawlers. In the early spring, not much is needed other than a cool basement or garage floor. As the outside temperatures reach in to the 50’s and 60’s it is time to find a cooler home. Dorm sized refrigerators are a perfect solution. These can be found at Wal-mart or any discount retailer for about $100. My suggestion is to put some beer or soda in the fridge with the night crawlers…..Ok where is he going with this? When you grab the beer or soda, if it is a little warmer than preferable, then you have your crawlers in the ideal temperature. If your beverage is cold then it is too cold for your crawlers. Night crawler care can be very simple, and can save you hundreds of dollars over a fishing season. With a dozen night crawlers pushing into the three dollar range at the local bait shop, a few hours of picking up worms in the spring can result in hundreds of fish in the boat by the end of the year, with very little cost to the angler. |
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 07 April 2010 20:50 |
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Fishing, Friends & Finesse |
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Fishing, Friends & Finesse This story begins with an email and an attachment about a new fishing product. Paul "Coot" Williams a fireman and walleye fisherman from Appleton WI sent me a note and an invitation to take a look at a new walleye kit he had developed. As soon as the attachment was open I knew that there was something to this deal. I get to see many different ideas that promise to make me a better fisherman and truth be told not many live up to the hype. Paul has applied a new spin to walleye rigging and I called him immediately and asked him to send me a kit. You can check out the kit here and see for yourself why I got so excited. www.cootslures.com I had a chance to fish Paul's system the following week at the James Bay Tournament on Lake Opemiska, Chapais Quebec and was immediately impressed with the ease of use and results. Upon my return I called Paul and invited him to join me on another trip to the north and get him to show me first hand his method. He accepted and on very short notice made his way to my place in Gatineau, a 16 hour jaunt arriving just before midnight on the 10th. We spent the whole day on Sunday getting to know one another, our histories, habits and styles. Surprisingly we shared all the same passions and attitudes towards walleye fishing and life in general including a fondness for older Mustangs with hot engines. Lake WetetNagami July 12 - 17, 2004 A six hour drive from my place to the jump off point at Lebel sur Quevillon brings you to the forest road and Lake Wetetnagami. Our arrival on the afternoon of the 12th was as spectacular and pleasing to the eye as any new destination can be, completely hidden from the access road there was no impression at all of the majesty of WetetNagami until we were standing on the shoreline at the reception area chatting with our host J. C. Parent and that was only a hint of what really was to unfold. The immediate area surrounding "Lake Wetetnagami" was extensively destroyed by a huge forest fire back in 95 and J C's operation was one of those affected by the devastation, with the loss of more than half of his cabins. Rebuilding over the last few years with an eye to the complete enjoyment of the environment and the surrounding wilderness J C has earned the highest 4 star rating from the FPQ and offers one of the newest accommodations in the Province of Quebec. Each of the cabins are nestled in their own private bay, fronted by extensive beach and completely shielded from all neighbors, privacy and plenty of it is obvious. Within a half hour of our arrival the camp's service boat was loaded with our gear and we were on the way to the east side of the lake and our own little piece of heaven. J C has a fleet of 15' Princecraft Yukons powered by new 15 hsp. Motors and one is assigned to every 2 persons. I was immediately impressed with the attention to detail, all gear was provided and the boat was absolutely spotless. The arrival at our cabin was more confirmation that this spot was special. Clean and very well equipped, we weren't long is stowing the supplies and breaking out the fishing gear. Within the hour we were ready for our first exposure to the lake. J C offered us a guided tour and we were quick to accept.
Part 2 - Route of Waters Is the translation of Wetetnagami and it truly is. The lake is part of the James Bay watershed and the waters flow north. J C introduced us to the rivers first. The weather this year has been very unusual and there has been much more rain resulting in water levels 5' above norm. This condition has improved access to the rivers and our first shot at the walleye was pitching small jigs tipped with crawlers into current breaks and under the shoreline alders. Action was non-stop but the fish were small, averaging 12 -14"s. The second river we entered had an entirely different makeup and we continued throwing jigs but this time into holes and washouts created by rapids that were 5' under the surface now. Again the action was hectic and over that hour we boated a bunch of fish. Now it was time to venture out into the lake and get a feeling for the layout of this expansive body of water. As we exited the river a vista of islands came into view and they cover the central portion of the lake offering up many points, reefs and rocky shoals. We were hyped and immediately started planning an attack for the next day. Back to the cabin and a hot meal, into the sleeping bags, a bit of planning talk for the morning and a slow drift into sleep aided by the cry of the resident loons. The rain started overnight and we awoke to a heavy overcast, should be good for fishing, so a quick toast washed down with a cup of coffee and we were into the boat and heading for the second river we fished last evening. Our intent was to bottom bounce the "Coots" rigs around the rock structure and out into the depths of 20' or so. it didn't take too long before we both realized that the bite was off, whatever effect the high water was having on this system wasn't going to make for a test bed for our planned attack. We compared notes of similar situations and Paul suggested we get back to basics and fish a hook, crawler and sinker. I was all for slowing down, back trolling some finesse harnesses with long leads and using leeches. The spot we were at had a natural current drift so we tried both techniques, Paul's method soon proved to be the winning ticket so I switched rigs, tying on a floating jig tipped with a leech and weighted with a split shot. For the next few hours we worked that drift and boated many fish the largest topping out at about 20"s. Mid afternoon and time to try the main lake, the sky's were still overcast as we approached the first string of shoals. Got our rigs down and then all heck broke loose, the skies opened with a vengeance, the wind started blowing at least 20 miles an hour and we had one choice, head for a lee shore and wait this storm out. We beached the boat just as the heavens started a display of pyrotechnics that easily could have outshone any fireworks display anywhere. The weather seemed to break about a half hour later so we made a decision to run back to the cabin, have a bite of late lunch and head out in the evening to try our luck again. It was not to be, shortly after leaving our safe anchorage and about a mile from the closest shore the heavens opened again and I was faced with a long run, rain beating on my face so hard I couldn't see without pulling my cap down over my eyes. Finally back at the camp and sitting around the fire we had a visitor, J C dropped in to make sure we got back through the storm and that everything was okay, it was decided we would stay in this evening, dry out, eat well and start again in the morning trying the WetetNagami River at the south end of the lake.
Part 3 - Discovering a Finesse Presentation As we headed out the next morning Paul suggested we give the shoals another try so we headed into the central basin and rigged up for a little back trolling. Nothing had changed, there just was no trolling bite. As we were drying out the evening before I had put some mini jigs for crappie into the kit. Paul had been telling me stories about the shallow bite on Lake Winnebago and he decided to adapt and rig a 32nd OZ. jig tipped with half a crawler to demonstrate the technique. You have to be aware of how adverse I am to anchoring to fully understand my reluctance to this theory but Paul's a very convincing character and I followed his lead. We anchored in 10' of water and started to fan cast around the area we had just trolled through. Within minutes Paul had a fish on, then another. My momma didn't raise no dummy so I asked him what was he doing to entice a bite and the explanation was a slow crawl across the bottom, tick a rock, pause and retrieve a few more inches. Too simple, this boy knows his walleye fishing and the practical application of this little used technique simply blew me away. We lost count of the walleye we caught over the next few hours and had an absolute blast. Deciding to fish the south river in the evening we moved back into the same river on the north side that we had so much success on yesterday. What a difference a day makes, the wind direction completely reversed the drift and again a finesse tactic was called for, this time we rigged drop shot style, small hooks and split shot so that our presentation was very close to the bottom. Slight twitches of the rig seemed to call a walleye every time. As the day was winding down the decision was made to make the run to the south river and fish some of the necked down areas. Here's where our fortune changed. The first stop produced a few fish but nothing dramatic. We moved up the river to an island and Paul boated a good sized Northern. Moving again up the river about a half mile we came to a little cove that looked promising. Out came the mini jigs and this time we pitched them on to the shoreline. A quick limit soon followed. We decided to move a little further upriver and fish a feeder creek. This was the best decision so far, within minutes we started catching one 19 or 20" fish after another, the key being to anchor in 10' of water and pitch the jigs into the shallows. As we fished this area for a few hours it became obvious that the fish were getting smaller and we might as well call it a day. Keeping 6 fish for supper we headed back to the cabin for a well deserved fish fry. The next morning dawned under the same overcast conditions so we took our time getting out on the water. Intermittent showers were starting to have an effect on our mood. So far the fishing has been good, the numbers have been solid and we are starting to see a few bigger fish. Took a run over to the main camp to invite J C and his crew to dinner, I had brought some moose and caribou with me and was going to make my famous northland hodgepodge but J C had other ideas. His wife had arrived and she wanted us all to get together for a chicken dinner, now I'm no slouch in the kitchen and am quite well respected for my culinary skills but it wasn't hard to accept this change of plans. So off we went to fish the south river a bit more, going in earlier to catch the bigger fish as they seemed to enter the feeding area first. That theory held true, one of the other guests got into a 3 pound walleye immediately, by the way this was the first time in three days that we shared a fishing spot. we gave the area a couple of hours, kept a limit of eight fish and headed back to get ready for dinner. There is more to this story but I'll have to continue some of the special happenings under another title. This trip will bring back memories for quite a few reasons, the first of course is my friendship with Paul "Coot" Williams, the second was the hospitality of J C and his crew, I'll never forget the weather and how Paul found a solution to putting more and better fish in the boat and most of all that attitude is everything and although Paul was disappointed in not really getting a chance to show off his bait system he did take this old fella back to school on finesse presentations.
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Fishing is a tough sport at times, and there are days when the fish just plain win the game. Here is a list of 100 fishing excuses to help answer all those questions you get at the dock, bar, or at home why you didn’t bring any fish home. - East wind
- Lost the GPS coordinates
- Still depressed because Favre retired
- Forgot the bait
- My partner…….
- Too hung over to fish
- Took advice from www.myfishingpartner.com
- The net got tangled, and the fish got off
- Our spot was taken
- Fish didn’t fit into the net
- Bad moon phase
- The fish were hitting short
- Guy started fishing next to me and spooked all the fish
- Light biters
- Water was too cold
- Barometer was falling
- Wrong color lure
- Not enough lures
- Hooks were dull
- Boss kept calling
- Caught ’em all yesterday
- Cold Front
- Had a “long distance release”
- Wrong line weight
- Worms didn’t wiggle
- Afraid of the leeches
- Wife got the boat in a divorce
- Tackle in another tackle box
- Got frustrated by the long line at the boat launch
- Bad guide
- New equipment didn’t work
- Old equipment didn’t work
- Fish fry was easier
- Partner kept talking
- Bragged about the last trip
- Fish moved
- Waves were too big
- Too calm
- Trolling the wrong direction
- Motor didn’t work
- Didn’t have enough money left to launch at the ramp
- Jigs were the wrong weight
- Too many bait fish
- Spawn hasn’t started yet
- Too Sunny
- Too Cloudy
- Minnows didn’t smell right
- Wrong type of minnows
- My source is full of crap
- Foggy
- Fishing shut down just before we started
- AM bite
- PM bite
- Just caught carp
- Just out for practice
- Trying new techniques
- Kids kept making noise
- Breaking in the motor
- First time on this lake
- Trying new locations
- Fish broke off line
- Boat is not big enough
- I was hungry
- Jinxed
- Too fast of retrieve
- Too slow of retrieve
- Mosquitoes were bothering me
- Frostbite
- Handle on net was to short
- Don’t like the taste of fish
- Didn’t want to clean just a few
- Couldn’t find the pattern
- Radio must have been too loud
- Anchor wouldn’t hold
- Tournament was going on
- Jet skiers stirred up the water
- Too many power boats
- Ran out of beer and smokes
- Wrong type of worms
- Baiting hooks for partner all day
- Out-Fished
- Partner had the good spot
- Wind change
- Fish just aren’t there
- Was peeing when I got a bite
- Lure was stuck in a tree
- Not enough time
- No fishing major or minor feeding time during trip
- Just out for a joy ride
- GPS took me to the wrong spot
- Electronics didn’t show any fish
- Left them there for someone else
- Bought breading before we left and had bad karma
- Daydreaming when strike occurred
- Forgot to close the snap swivel
- Getting backlashes constantly
- Fish yanked rod out of the boat
- Horsed the fish until the line broke
- Was worrying about the wife’s “honey do” list
- Fish out smarted me today
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Last Updated on Thursday, 12 February 2009 20:39 |
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Mille Lacs Winter Walleye Regulation |
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Beginning Dec. 1, Mille Lacs Lake anglers will be allowed to harvest four walleye up to 20 inches in length, with one trophy more than 28 inches allowed in the four-fish limit, according to the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources (DNR). “This has been the standard regulation for the Mille Lacs winter walleye fishery since 2004,” said Ron Payer, DNR Fisheries Section chief. “By leaving the winter regulations unchanged, more restrictive regulations enacted back in July will be removed for the winter season.” The winter regulation requires anglers to immediately release all walleye between 20 and 28 inches in length. No individual angler may possess more than four walleye at any time, and each of those fish must meet length restrictions. |
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Last Updated on Friday, 25 July 2008 13:48 |
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