anonymoose
Well-Known Member
I was lucky to get an invitation from @noclass to hit the water last night.
We were on the water around 5 and headed to some productive marks from a previous trip, and quickly decided to approach them from a different direction due to the wave activity. We set lines and trolled with the waves, quickly picking up 5 fish.
And then we crossed the great Erie desert. Not a sniff or hint of a fish for FOR AGES. Hope returned when in the distance we spied a bright white Pro-Line.
"That's @tailfeathers" I yelled. "The walleye play in his wake, frequently jumping aboard of their own volition!"
Excitement built as we crossed in behind him. A quick text back from @tailfeathers said "you're on the fish, just reel the damn things in!"
Then the reality of the situation sunk in. Those fish had already voluntarily boarded the @tailfeathers vessel. Nothing lives to see another day after @tailfeathers passes over.
Realizing that we needed to make a move, we made the quick decision to turn around 180 degrees, and troll into the waves, back through the vast Erie desert, where no fish are to be found. This definitely was the only logical move to make. You see, knowing that there were no fish there meant that we had no distractions while concentrating on the challenge of steering while trolling into the waves.
Finally, we ended up where we started. Bite me Elmo dragged fish after fish aboard, piling the cooler with delicious walleye. Sunset caught up to us and we wound up a couple fish shy of our limit, but with some happy kids with sore arms for their efforts. 21 walleye, 1 sheep.
We were on the water around 5 and headed to some productive marks from a previous trip, and quickly decided to approach them from a different direction due to the wave activity. We set lines and trolled with the waves, quickly picking up 5 fish.
And then we crossed the great Erie desert. Not a sniff or hint of a fish for FOR AGES. Hope returned when in the distance we spied a bright white Pro-Line.
"That's @tailfeathers" I yelled. "The walleye play in his wake, frequently jumping aboard of their own volition!"
Excitement built as we crossed in behind him. A quick text back from @tailfeathers said "you're on the fish, just reel the damn things in!"
Then the reality of the situation sunk in. Those fish had already voluntarily boarded the @tailfeathers vessel. Nothing lives to see another day after @tailfeathers passes over.
Realizing that we needed to make a move, we made the quick decision to turn around 180 degrees, and troll into the waves, back through the vast Erie desert, where no fish are to be found. This definitely was the only logical move to make. You see, knowing that there were no fish there meant that we had no distractions while concentrating on the challenge of steering while trolling into the waves.
Finally, we ended up where we started. Bite me Elmo dragged fish after fish aboard, piling the cooler with delicious walleye. Sunset caught up to us and we wound up a couple fish shy of our limit, but with some happy kids with sore arms for their efforts. 21 walleye, 1 sheep.
New marketing campaign Tom?