Last Thursday was a day I hope to never re-live again. It went something like this…
3:30 a.m.- I started the day off working on my lower unit. The owner of Action Marine had promised to have my boat done by Tuesday night so I could get up to Winneconne to start my pre-fishing. Never happened. I fixed it myself Wed. night and Thur. morning (good enough to get me through the BFL).
4:30 a.m.- I make an emergency stop in Wauwautosa at Mr. Brovarney’s house to pick up some last minute jigs. 4:30 a.m.!!! Now that’s service! Love ya Dan!
5:45 a.m.- I’m on the water and decide to make a wide-open-throttle run to test my lower unit patch job. While running at 74 mph the spring on my throttle (hot foot) BROKE! As I pulled my foot back the throttle remained on the floor! To add to the panic…I’m heading though a chute on the north side of Butte Des Morts flying toward a pack of anchored walleye boats! As I look back, I should’ve pulled the kill-switch but ended up turning off the ignition after about 7 seconds of freaking out.
9:00 a.m.- Snapped my 3rd rod this month. Yeah it too was a St. Croix.
2:00 p.m.- As I was making a run to check out another spot, I ran one of my gas tanks empty. I know this doesn’t sound very dramatic, but my engine just died and since it had been a long time since I had done that, I didn’t even think about me forgetting to switch tanks. After checking out the motor for 3 minutes, I finally noticed the starboard-side fuel gauge on “E”.
7:20 p.m.- I GOT SHOT AT! Dead serious. It was getting late but I knew I needed to find more fish for Saturday’s tourney so I decided to keep fishing. I was trying to get into a secluded area on the south-side of Butte Des Morts. I was on the trolling motor paralleling some riprap when I hear a ZZZZZIP……CRACK! as a bullet whizzes right by me and hits the rocks 10 feet from my boat!!! I totally FREAKED! I raised my hand and nodded my head as if to signal, “OK…I’ll get out of here”! I turned my boat around with the t-motor and was heading out. Not 20 seconds later zzzzzzip….crack, klunck, klunck!!! . This bullet was about 20 feet in front of me and I watched the rock fall that it hit!!! By now I’m wondering if I’m going to make it back to my family. Call me a coward or whatever else, but I hit the floor of my boat! I reached up and turned on the big motor and idled out to some deep water while hiding under my console. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could but I was only in 18″ of water so I couldn’t get my boat on plane. As I mentioned earlier I have a hot foot. So I’m tucked under my console pushing my foot-pedal with my hand while every 10 seconds popping my head up then down verifying my direction. Once I got the he11 out of there, I called 911 with my cell and met a cop on the north side of BDM. He said they found two cars in a nature parking lot near the location of the shooting and have 2 cruisers and 1 DNR boat on it! Never heard anything since.
8:30 p.m.- I’m finally done with the police report and still have a 3 mile run back to the boat ramp. The sun was down and it was getting chilly. While still in a state of shock I pulled open a front deck compartment to grab a jacket and forgot to remove my rod strap so I BROKE the loop which was used to fasten the rod strap to.
8:50 p.m.- I parked on the wrong side of the street at the ramp so I got a $10 parking ticket. I wonder if it was the same cop which I just talked with?
9:05 p.m.- I stop to buy some beer to help me calm down and found that all beer sales end at 9:00 p.m. at Winneconne. (thankfully I had a few warm ones left over)
10:00 p.m.- I lay on the hotel bed, sipping warm beer, wondering if I should just head home or try my hand at another day on Winneconne…