11-15-2022, 02:10 PM
Didn’t like the cold forecast for Willard on Monday. But it didn’t look any better for the next week or so…so I bundled up and went for it. And it WAS cold. Only 22 degrees air temp at 8am launch…and only warming to 36 by 1 pm quitting time.
And water temps were down to 36…and only getting up about 1 degree all day. There was actually some skim ice in the channel. Shook me up when my tube started going crunch crunch as I motored out where the DEADLY DUO PLUS ONE (Wiperhunter, Wiperslayer & 2Knots) were already anchored and perchin’. Due to the low water they had to pull into a steep bank along shore to get loaded and launched.
The “three men in a tub” had already caught a couple of perch by the time I started fishing. But I fished a long time up and down the channel without a sniff. Nothing showing on sonar either…unlike the previous weeks when the screen was covered with shad and OGs (other guys). Appears like the big shad dieoff is about over and the perch are scattering and cruising elsewhere looking for vittles. It’s an ecology and foodchain thing.
After an hour of fishless fishing around the marina, I began moving north…making S turns with the tube and watching TV for potential signs of life. The bottom for a long ways was a fishless desert. At several spots I saw a few scattered marks and paused to present my offerings. No love at any of my stops.
Finally got down to my “Kitty City” area and put out an orange flig on one rod and vertical jigged with another rod while kicking slowly along with just fin power. I did pick up one under 20 kitty and had a couple of other pop and drops. Then my light rod bent over in the holder and line started zinging off the drag. Thought I might have lucked into another wiper. But, alas, when I brung it to the net it was one of those big scaly golden wipers (carp). Fun, but no thanks.
About 10:30 I worked my way back to the marina area…hoping some fish had moved in. The other guys in the boat were just leaving to check another area too. They said they had caught about 10 perch…not much for 3 guys who had whacked them last week. I got serious with the vertical stuff…rigging with some of my new dropper jigs that had worked well last Thursday. Got fish on the previously effective orange tiger…plus the new blue and silver model.
I moved around the previously perch-infested areas without any interruptions. And then, finally, a munch. Brought in my first footlong. But that was not the beginning of a major fish fest. Got a 10 incher a long time later. Then, after the boat guys moved back…after finding nothing elsewhere…I added first one and then another 12 inchers.
Got my first perch at about 11:30 and my last of 4 just before 1 pm. Figured I had enough fun for the day…and had enough perch for some scampi and noodles. So I took inventory of my frozen digits…fingers and toes…and boogied for the ramp. The boating boys were still out there when I left. Curt put up a report on the Premium board showing they did catch some fish…but fewer than last week.
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And water temps were down to 36…and only getting up about 1 degree all day. There was actually some skim ice in the channel. Shook me up when my tube started going crunch crunch as I motored out where the DEADLY DUO PLUS ONE (Wiperhunter, Wiperslayer & 2Knots) were already anchored and perchin’. Due to the low water they had to pull into a steep bank along shore to get loaded and launched.
The “three men in a tub” had already caught a couple of perch by the time I started fishing. But I fished a long time up and down the channel without a sniff. Nothing showing on sonar either…unlike the previous weeks when the screen was covered with shad and OGs (other guys). Appears like the big shad dieoff is about over and the perch are scattering and cruising elsewhere looking for vittles. It’s an ecology and foodchain thing.
After an hour of fishless fishing around the marina, I began moving north…making S turns with the tube and watching TV for potential signs of life. The bottom for a long ways was a fishless desert. At several spots I saw a few scattered marks and paused to present my offerings. No love at any of my stops.
Finally got down to my “Kitty City” area and put out an orange flig on one rod and vertical jigged with another rod while kicking slowly along with just fin power. I did pick up one under 20 kitty and had a couple of other pop and drops. Then my light rod bent over in the holder and line started zinging off the drag. Thought I might have lucked into another wiper. But, alas, when I brung it to the net it was one of those big scaly golden wipers (carp). Fun, but no thanks.
About 10:30 I worked my way back to the marina area…hoping some fish had moved in. The other guys in the boat were just leaving to check another area too. They said they had caught about 10 perch…not much for 3 guys who had whacked them last week. I got serious with the vertical stuff…rigging with some of my new dropper jigs that had worked well last Thursday. Got fish on the previously effective orange tiger…plus the new blue and silver model.
I moved around the previously perch-infested areas without any interruptions. And then, finally, a munch. Brought in my first footlong. But that was not the beginning of a major fish fest. Got a 10 incher a long time later. Then, after the boat guys moved back…after finding nothing elsewhere…I added first one and then another 12 inchers.
Got my first perch at about 11:30 and my last of 4 just before 1 pm. Figured I had enough fun for the day…and had enough perch for some scampi and noodles. So I took inventory of my frozen digits…fingers and toes…and boogied for the ramp. The boating boys were still out there when I left. Curt put up a report on the Premium board showing they did catch some fish…but fewer than last week.
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