My son Ike says the Walleye smack down on Sunday morning on Lake Pepin was fun.
Anytime a dad and son can go out and bag 12 walleyes from 16 to 19 inches that is definitely an example of fun.
Ike ran the tiller, cranked in fish, marked waypoints, netted fish, and bandaged my leg when a treble poked through my leg. He even got in a nap.
Yes, I am rolling in the sheer joy of taking him out and catching fish. He said, “Dad, this is fun when we catch them.”
What he doesn’t realize is that the days we don’t catch fish are equally special to me.
Our stats:
Most fish came in 9 to 11 fow
The whole crank was swallowed nearly ever fish: eating it, not swiping at it.
Wind blown shoreline was key
Blue color combos were best…tried greens, natural colors with little luck.
Leadcore was our tool
2.5 to 2.7 gps
Interesting that when I hand-held a rod and pulled it foward a few times, it would get hit.
Looking forward to more fishing with my son! Oh yeah, he got a buck for the biggest…
July 22, 2014 at 3:25 pm
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