If’n I was to believe the weather forecrashers, Monday would be the least breezy day this week. So I headed for the south marina. Met WH2 and Wiperslayer at the ramp, launching their boat as I was launching my tube.
Air temp 55, water temp 67 at launch, warming to almost 70 at noon. Very high tide…and pretty good clarity. Just a trickle coming in at the baffles.
Silly me. Once again I deluded myself into thinking I might get a walleye or wiper. So I did not bring my LHBE minnows. Just lots of plastics and cranks…and of course some fligs. Brought crawlers, perch meat and Gulp Minnows to sweeten the lures.
Fished my way out the channel without any love. Started getting inquiries about 50 yards north of the channel entrance. I had been dragging a fire tiger flig with crawler on one rod and throwing a shad pattern swim bait on the other. The flig rod went bendo and TA-DAAA. The first silly kitty of the day.
As I continued to work along the dike…in water from 10’ to 15’…I continued to get regularly molested. In addition to the pestiferous (but fun) catfish, I also got some smallie smacks. Nothing big. 8"-12". But they sure did like a white Gulp Minnow fished on a propellered jig head (pistol Pat). Even caught a few cantankerous cats on it too.
I kept changing up flig colors to try to find something the cats would not chomp. They hit everything I tried…with any kind of bait or combo. Had a tough time even trying to fish plastics. I would put out a freshly baited flig, put the rod in the holder, make a cast with the plastics and BENDO on the flig rod. Some problems are better to have than others.
Most of the cats that came to net were very fat pregnant mamas. However, I did catch one very dark male almost as soon as my Gulp Minnow splashed down next to the rocks on one cast. I only kept a few females for the table and they all had well developed eggs. The warmup this week should see them wrapping up their spawn soon.
The parking lot was well attended with boat trailers today. Quite a few craft on the water. But the ones I could see seemed to be moving around more than they would if they were on fish. Curt and Ira paid me an on-the-water visit about mid-morning. At that time they said they had not done much yet. And a couple of boaters who came in when I did just before noon also moaned about poor luck. Guess the fickle weather messed up the fickle fish.
**When I got back to the ramp I noticed hordes of newly hatched fry swimming in the warm shallows. Couldn’ t tell the species. Figured they were either shad or carp. Mighta been walleyes. Didn’t have my microscope so all I could do was take a picture.
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