07-04-2011, 06:41 AM
Got off for a not-quite-early enough start and headed for Newton. First spring trip there, now that summer is in full schwing. Feared for the PS over-run, but up early enough to get a head-start on the masses. Lots of campers all around (some in tents, too). Water level is way up, almost to the top of the {crooked} ramp. Felt like Pooh bear - bump-de-bump down the ramp. Saw some basslings as I led off, and spotted my first tiger right off the ramp - good sign?!
Figured I'd start chasing the prevalent perch, and see where that took me. Got over to "perch-point" finding it all kinds up submerged, as well as lots of flooded zones back into the western shore. Pitched some double drop-shot rigs, and got into some nibbles pretty quick. Worked around the bushery, and after a number of near misses decided to downsize. Bring back the ice-jigs, and the sets came quick and easy. Plenty of dinks, a few with a bit more chunk to them. Caught a couple dozen, several doubles, kept a few in the 6-9 range. Figured I might need some musky-meat!
Working back into some more bushes and shrubs (above and below) found a musky settled in a nook - tried to temp him - got a few good looks, then an annoyed shrug as he moved off. Too tight-a-quarters for pitching the big-baits. Worked back into more hedge-rows, and pitched some bass-weedless-worm rigs. Got a nice take, but wasn't able to hookup. Plenty of dinker bass, but wasn't finding the mamas and papas.
As noon approached - so did the south-westerly winds. And along came the cotton-woods cotton. So chokingly thick it seemed like winter was back! Made for a pain as it kept wrapping up line, and jamming up spools. Searching for bass, I found more playful perch. More of the jet-squad was toodling too and fro, sending waves of joy for all to delight in. Saw an amphibious vehicle that couldn't decide if they were going to roam the land, or float the waters. Whatever they did, sure kicked up the mud when they entered or exited.
The boys in brown were on high alert, and saw a number of folks being stopped, checked, and reprimanded. Honestly - on that lake, I'm glad to see it!
Trolled some big-baits hoping a musky might just get the itch. Pitched some rapalas and raps, tossed some weedless and wacky worms. Found schools of bass-fry, but - again - not the mamas/papas.
Decided it was time to head out, and leave the lake to the wake-makers. Probably more toobers-than-skiers.
Still itching for tugs - stopped by the 'old haunt' at Cutler and took a quick run to my favored spot. Lots of jet-setters-skiing abouts. Got back into my nook, and found a few kitty tugs to make the late-afternoon heat tolerable. One took a diving leap as I went for a photo-op( good thing the hook was still in!) Lost a perch earlier that way. Plenty more perch. I insisted that cat sit still for a 'proper' photo! Several bites - one traded a stump for freedom, and got pestered by a few mudcats.
As usual, lots of birds all abouts, and some free-floating "islands" of reeds. Seen a number of those this year.
All in all - a good day to be out. Not the righteous Musky Landing I'd hoped to bring with my 1000 post, but a good long day on the waters. As well as some fish stories to share.
Figured I'd start chasing the prevalent perch, and see where that took me. Got over to "perch-point" finding it all kinds up submerged, as well as lots of flooded zones back into the western shore. Pitched some double drop-shot rigs, and got into some nibbles pretty quick. Worked around the bushery, and after a number of near misses decided to downsize. Bring back the ice-jigs, and the sets came quick and easy. Plenty of dinks, a few with a bit more chunk to them. Caught a couple dozen, several doubles, kept a few in the 6-9 range. Figured I might need some musky-meat!
Working back into some more bushes and shrubs (above and below) found a musky settled in a nook - tried to temp him - got a few good looks, then an annoyed shrug as he moved off. Too tight-a-quarters for pitching the big-baits. Worked back into more hedge-rows, and pitched some bass-weedless-worm rigs. Got a nice take, but wasn't able to hookup. Plenty of dinker bass, but wasn't finding the mamas and papas.
As noon approached - so did the south-westerly winds. And along came the cotton-woods cotton. So chokingly thick it seemed like winter was back! Made for a pain as it kept wrapping up line, and jamming up spools. Searching for bass, I found more playful perch. More of the jet-squad was toodling too and fro, sending waves of joy for all to delight in. Saw an amphibious vehicle that couldn't decide if they were going to roam the land, or float the waters. Whatever they did, sure kicked up the mud when they entered or exited.
The boys in brown were on high alert, and saw a number of folks being stopped, checked, and reprimanded. Honestly - on that lake, I'm glad to see it!
Trolled some big-baits hoping a musky might just get the itch. Pitched some rapalas and raps, tossed some weedless and wacky worms. Found schools of bass-fry, but - again - not the mamas/papas.
Decided it was time to head out, and leave the lake to the wake-makers. Probably more toobers-than-skiers.
Still itching for tugs - stopped by the 'old haunt' at Cutler and took a quick run to my favored spot. Lots of jet-setters-skiing abouts. Got back into my nook, and found a few kitty tugs to make the late-afternoon heat tolerable. One took a diving leap as I went for a photo-op( good thing the hook was still in!) Lost a perch earlier that way. Plenty more perch. I insisted that cat sit still for a 'proper' photo! Several bites - one traded a stump for freedom, and got pestered by a few mudcats.
As usual, lots of birds all abouts, and some free-floating "islands" of reeds. Seen a number of those this year.
All in all - a good day to be out. Not the righteous Musky Landing I'd hoped to bring with my 1000 post, but a good long day on the waters. As well as some fish stories to share.