Over the past few years, I’ve really gotten into trolling out here on the Big Pond. I like how you can go out, find your own piece of water, run a bunch of lines, and sometimes really dial in just what they want. Plus, the fight is great and table fare isn’t too bad either ;). But, before I owned my own boat, I used to just shore fish all the time and loved it. I still do love fishing from shore, and do it a couple times a year just to “ground” myself and get back to how my love affair with Big Lake fishing started.
Well, last weekend was one of those times for me. I decided to ditch the boat for the weekend and meet up with a good old friend out on the pier heads. Long story short, we were not disappointed. Going into Friday night, I honestly did not have very high hopes, as fishing this year has been tough, even out in the boat running up to nine lines at a time… For some reason though, I did not care. I was just looking forward to spending an evening on the pier with a good friend.
My attitude quickly changed as a picture message came through before I was even at the parking lot. My buddy had beat me out there and literally hooked up on his second cast with a big four year old king! Next 10 minutes found me franticly unpacking my gear and racing down the breakwall to the end of the pier. I got there just in time to see my buddy lose another fish. Looking at my buddy grinning ear to ear, he said one word “plastics”, and I knew it was on.
We spent the next 4 hours or so beating on big kings off the breakwall. All jigging plastics on 10lb braid and 7ft walleye rods. If you’ve never experienced this bite, all I can say is that it is absolutely the most fun a guy can have in fresh water. These fish rip drag like no other and will put you fish fighting skills to the test. I don’t know how many fish we hooked, but we landed a dozen and kept 5 smaller ones. Which ended up being way too much to carry all the way off anyways….
By sundown, our secret was out and we literally got elbowed out of our spots, but once again could’ve cared less. Our arms were shot, smiles glued to our faces, and honestly more meat than we could handle. The wind also changed, water dirtied up and bite died, so it worked out perfect for us. I guess sometimes the fish gods just smile on you and you end up in the right place in the right time. Usually when you least expect it.
I guess if I learned one thing this weekend, it was that, when things get tough, sometimes it’s best just to stop caring so much and get back to how it all started.