05-15-2011, 05:40 PM
It only took 10 years but I finally caught another wiper. I was 14 when I caught my first wiper and today I notched number 2.
I arrived at the north dike about 6:30. The wind was blowing from the south and I thought of something Tube_dude had posted in a thread about white bass about how they'll be grouped up on the shore that's getting hit by the waves from wind. I felt confident in my ability to have a chance at catching on of their cousins, the wiper.
I casted my 1" white maribou out 3' under a bobber and started working it in slooooooowly. I had worked it back in to about 10' from the rocks and was about to reel up and cast again when the bobber disappeared! I set the hook and she was off a runnin!
I worked her up into the rocks where I could get a hand on her and I realized I was shaking from excitement. I lifted her up, pulled out my cell and snapped a quick pic to send to my fiance. She had been giving me a lot of crap about how much fishing I had done this week for not catching anything. (I was determined to find a wiper in the warm days at the end of this week)
I gave myself a goal of catching a wiper last spring and in probably 15 trips to Willard since I was still 0 fer on wiper. I had gotten into crappie, cats, smallmouth, perch, and carp since then but no wiper. It feels good to mark off a goal even if it is a year late.
That was also the only bite of the day. The wind picked up to speeds that were making it difficult to cast even a weighted bobber so I headed over to the cover of the north marina and no fish were to be had in the marina either.
Oh well, I left happy and salivating at the thought of the fish tacos to come.
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I arrived at the north dike about 6:30. The wind was blowing from the south and I thought of something Tube_dude had posted in a thread about white bass about how they'll be grouped up on the shore that's getting hit by the waves from wind. I felt confident in my ability to have a chance at catching on of their cousins, the wiper.
I casted my 1" white maribou out 3' under a bobber and started working it in slooooooowly. I had worked it back in to about 10' from the rocks and was about to reel up and cast again when the bobber disappeared! I set the hook and she was off a runnin!
I worked her up into the rocks where I could get a hand on her and I realized I was shaking from excitement. I lifted her up, pulled out my cell and snapped a quick pic to send to my fiance. She had been giving me a lot of crap about how much fishing I had done this week for not catching anything. (I was determined to find a wiper in the warm days at the end of this week)
I gave myself a goal of catching a wiper last spring and in probably 15 trips to Willard since I was still 0 fer on wiper. I had gotten into crappie, cats, smallmouth, perch, and carp since then but no wiper. It feels good to mark off a goal even if it is a year late.
That was also the only bite of the day. The wind picked up to speeds that were making it difficult to cast even a weighted bobber so I headed over to the cover of the north marina and no fish were to be had in the marina either.
Oh well, I left happy and salivating at the thought of the fish tacos to come.
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