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Okay. There ain't no ice on Willard yet. But let me tell my story...my own way. Okay?
Decided to hit the north marina at Willard on Thursday instead of Friday. Thursday was supposed to be a bit cloudy...and perch like sunshine better...but Friday was supposed to be about 10 degrees colder in the morning. And this old body don't like colder. I fish for enjoyment...not endurance. It was still plenty cold...at 30 degrees air temp at 7:30 am launch...warming to only 38 by early afternoon departure. And the water temps have dropped to only 39 at launch and rising a whole degree to 40 by afternoon. It's gonna get colder. Ice can't be too far off.
There was a light breeze at launch...contributing to numb finger tips in my cutoff gloves. But a little heater pack in each glove helped a bit. I had enough layers...both above and in my waders...that I was almost comfy otherwise. Almost. Also, the water clarity wasn't as bad as I expected...after all the wind the previous days.
I started out fishing what had worked for me on my last trip...on Halloween. That was small fligs with minnows, fished on short leaders and moved slow. Also tried some worms. Nada. Saw plenty of fish life on sonar but all the local residents had closed mouths and upraised middle fins. I worked a large area out from the north marina until a little after 10 am. Only had a couple of weak pop and drops and one fish lost halfway to the tube. I was beginning to smell the striped kitty and began thinking up excuses for a skunk report. Then the sun finally broke through the clouds and I entertained hope that the perch might become more active.
Now for the ice fishing part. I knew that most perch were being caught while anchored and fishing vertically. In the uncharacteristically murky conditions of low water, the perch have been hugging bottom and not moving very far or very fast to hit baited lures. So, for this trip I brung a couple of my 42" ice rods. I have used them in the past for vertical jigging from my tube. They are very sensitive for detecting light bites.
I had also brought along some new "dropper jigs". These are takeoffs on the Hali jigs and the Johnson Snare Spoons...with the little chains between the main lure and the hook. Only I make them with light wire instead of the flimsy chains. The fish don't notice the difference and they lose fewer fish to teeth and rolling. So I made up some new models in the currently fave colors on Willard...orange tiger, pink tiger and silver chartreuse.
So I stowed the longer rods and brought out the two ice sticks. Then I sonared around until I found some perchy looking marks on the bottom and sent down my first offering. Wasn't long before I had an inquiry and brought up my first footlong perch. Over the next hour I added several more perch. The biggest was 13" and one "small" one at 10 inches. Small for Willard.
For a while I tried fishing with both rods...one in each hand. But after a couple of botched hooksets and some tangled lines I decided to finesse fish with only one rod at a time and my catch rate went up. I alternated rods, using the different colors of dropper jigs I had brought. All of them caught fish, but the orange tiger seemed to work best...catching not only several perch but a couple of other species too.
The good news is that I only got one catfish today...a chunky 23 incher I invited home for dinner...along with seven perch...AND A WIPER...all on those wimpy ice rods and ice jigs.
Somebody flipped the switch about 11 am and the perch moved out. Kept searching for them and told myself that if I didn't get any more love by 11:30 I would bag it and boogie. AND THEN...a couple of minutes before cutoff time I felt another munch. But when I set the hook 'twern't another perch. This fish had shoulders and attitude. Line zinged off the drag and the little ice rod developed a serious bend. Carp? I hoped not. I was demazed when the fish finally came close enough to the surface that I could see it was a wiper...a very fat 21" wiper. And it had taken the same orange tiger dropper jig so favored by most of the other fish.
Being a fisherman of the first order, I decided to stay and fish a bit longer. But after another hour of fishless jigging I finally hit the ramp and was done for the day about 1ish. For the past two hours the lake had been like glass...absolutely calm. But it was still only 38 degrees at 1 pm. I had had a good day and was glad I decided to hit it Thursday instead of a forecast colder Friday. Best early ice fishing trip I've had since I quit ice fishing.
Okay. There ain't no ice on Willard yet. But let me tell my story...my own way. Okay?
Decided to hit the north marina at Willard on Thursday instead of Friday. Thursday was supposed to be a bit cloudy...and perch like sunshine better...but Friday was supposed to be about 10 degrees colder in the morning. And this old body don't like colder. I fish for enjoyment...not endurance. It was still plenty cold...at 30 degrees air temp at 7:30 am launch...warming to only 38 by early afternoon departure. And the water temps have dropped to only 39 at launch and rising a whole degree to 40 by afternoon. It's gonna get colder. Ice can't be too far off.
There was a light breeze at launch...contributing to numb finger tips in my cutoff gloves. But a little heater pack in each glove helped a bit. I had enough layers...both above and in my waders...that I was almost comfy otherwise. Almost. Also, the water clarity wasn't as bad as I expected...after all the wind the previous days.
I started out fishing what had worked for me on my last trip...on Halloween. That was small fligs with minnows, fished on short leaders and moved slow. Also tried some worms. Nada. Saw plenty of fish life on sonar but all the local residents had closed mouths and upraised middle fins. I worked a large area out from the north marina until a little after 10 am. Only had a couple of weak pop and drops and one fish lost halfway to the tube. I was beginning to smell the striped kitty and began thinking up excuses for a skunk report. Then the sun finally broke through the clouds and I entertained hope that the perch might become more active.
Now for the ice fishing part. I knew that most perch were being caught while anchored and fishing vertically. In the uncharacteristically murky conditions of low water, the perch have been hugging bottom and not moving very far or very fast to hit baited lures. So, for this trip I brung a couple of my 42" ice rods. I have used them in the past for vertical jigging from my tube. They are very sensitive for detecting light bites.
I had also brought along some new "dropper jigs". These are takeoffs on the Hali jigs and the Johnson Snare Spoons...with the little chains between the main lure and the hook. Only I make them with light wire instead of the flimsy chains. The fish don't notice the difference and they lose fewer fish to teeth and rolling. So I made up some new models in the currently fave colors on Willard...orange tiger, pink tiger and silver chartreuse.
So I stowed the longer rods and brought out the two ice sticks. Then I sonared around until I found some perchy looking marks on the bottom and sent down my first offering. Wasn't long before I had an inquiry and brought up my first footlong perch. Over the next hour I added several more perch. The biggest was 13" and one "small" one at 10 inches. Small for Willard.
For a while I tried fishing with both rods...one in each hand. But after a couple of botched hooksets and some tangled lines I decided to finesse fish with only one rod at a time and my catch rate went up. I alternated rods, using the different colors of dropper jigs I had brought. All of them caught fish, but the orange tiger seemed to work best...catching not only several perch but a couple of other species too.
The good news is that I only got one catfish today...a chunky 23 incher I invited home for dinner...along with seven perch...AND A WIPER...all on those wimpy ice rods and ice jigs.
Somebody flipped the switch about 11 am and the perch moved out. Kept searching for them and told myself that if I didn't get any more love by 11:30 I would bag it and boogie. AND THEN...a couple of minutes before cutoff time I felt another munch. But when I set the hook 'twern't another perch. This fish had shoulders and attitude. Line zinged off the drag and the little ice rod developed a serious bend. Carp? I hoped not. I was demazed when the fish finally came close enough to the surface that I could see it was a wiper...a very fat 21" wiper. And it had taken the same orange tiger dropper jig so favored by most of the other fish.
Being a fisherman of the first order, I decided to stay and fish a bit longer. But after another hour of fishless jigging I finally hit the ramp and was done for the day about 1ish. For the past two hours the lake had been like glass...absolutely calm. But it was still only 38 degrees at 1 pm. I had had a good day and was glad I decided to hit it Thursday instead of a forecast colder Friday. Best early ice fishing trip I've had since I quit ice fishing.