09-12-2011, 04:31 PM
Short Version:
Went to Newton Sunday afternoon. Practically had the lake to myself. Caught a bunch of fish.
More of da details:
Couple boats out - DNR doing checkups, full boat inspection (Oars and lifejackets) - good for them! Especially when the next guy up was a waverunner that got turned away (teeheee!). Several bank-tangling groups abouts.
Welp - caught a TON of Musky, but couldn't take those fine Trophy Pics running solo, so you'll just have to believe me. [
] But I did get a shot of ONE toothy bugger (hehe).
Quickly got onto some perch-jigging, but it got windy, then windier from the South - figured I'd cruise to the far end of the lake and find some shelter. Trolled along the way - why not. No takers. Hit a quiet cove and got onto bass. Major bass-attack, mostly a bunch of teenage punks trying to swipe my worms! Cast to shore - get a bass, cast out from shore - get a perch. It was pretty well non-stop, so couldn't even work a second pole. I didn't keep accurate count, but caught probably 30-40 perch, and almost as many bass. Figured I'd do the lake a favor and get some of these young punks off the street (and into my cooler).
Did manage into an 11", then a 12" bass that had a bit more shoulders and muscle to em. Had one of the little punks take off under the log I was working. Was sure I was snagged - watching the log move, then let off, and feel it wiggle - fish on - still. Finally got him out - yay for braid! Everytime I pulled up anchor I found (not muscles) micro snails. What did I find lining the guts of many of those perch? Loads of snails. Think they need to chew harder - seemed like most were passing through in the shell.
Right as sunset came on, so did the lake! Boils all around - flip, blip, plop. Stealthed my way into 'em thinking maybe a Musky was below scaring 'em up. But I realized it was a combination of basslings, perch, and - surprise - crappie! Don't know if they were all working in tandem, or scarfing surface hatches. Wish'd I'd had a fly rod. My curly-tail spinner kept taking short hits, but I'd about had my fill by then.
Chosen not to post my "basket picture" unless someone wants to see it.
Went to Newton Sunday afternoon. Practically had the lake to myself. Caught a bunch of fish.
More of da details:
Couple boats out - DNR doing checkups, full boat inspection (Oars and lifejackets) - good for them! Especially when the next guy up was a waverunner that got turned away (teeheee!). Several bank-tangling groups abouts.
Welp - caught a TON of Musky, but couldn't take those fine Trophy Pics running solo, so you'll just have to believe me. [
] But I did get a shot of ONE toothy bugger (hehe).Quickly got onto some perch-jigging, but it got windy, then windier from the South - figured I'd cruise to the far end of the lake and find some shelter. Trolled along the way - why not. No takers. Hit a quiet cove and got onto bass. Major bass-attack, mostly a bunch of teenage punks trying to swipe my worms! Cast to shore - get a bass, cast out from shore - get a perch. It was pretty well non-stop, so couldn't even work a second pole. I didn't keep accurate count, but caught probably 30-40 perch, and almost as many bass. Figured I'd do the lake a favor and get some of these young punks off the street (and into my cooler).
Did manage into an 11", then a 12" bass that had a bit more shoulders and muscle to em. Had one of the little punks take off under the log I was working. Was sure I was snagged - watching the log move, then let off, and feel it wiggle - fish on - still. Finally got him out - yay for braid! Everytime I pulled up anchor I found (not muscles) micro snails. What did I find lining the guts of many of those perch? Loads of snails. Think they need to chew harder - seemed like most were passing through in the shell.
Right as sunset came on, so did the lake! Boils all around - flip, blip, plop. Stealthed my way into 'em thinking maybe a Musky was below scaring 'em up. But I realized it was a combination of basslings, perch, and - surprise - crappie! Don't know if they were all working in tandem, or scarfing surface hatches. Wish'd I'd had a fly rod. My curly-tail spinner kept taking short hits, but I'd about had my fill by then.
Chosen not to post my "basket picture" unless someone wants to see it.
deal. BTW the crappie are biting pretty good at the marina right now most are huge 13-14 inchers, I also landed a 14 pound cat and released it last week, still trying to get the pic of the phone and onto the computer.