They are pretty cool looking critters.
With the gills in a holding pattern thought I’d chase walleye this morning. Pulled crawler harnesses in a little known back water running slough. That was about as productive as a kitchen table in an outhouse. Tied on a Bomber and boated a pair of 19’s within minutes on an outside seam. Fished hard for nearly another hour with nothing. Relocated to calmer water with substantial weed growth. Tied a black/green swim jig and did my best imitation of an injured leopard. Fooled some smaller bass but no lunkers. A spro would have been the ticket but didn’t have any. Went to motor across the slough and she gave out the most absurd noise I’ve ever heard with a puff of blue smoke Oh…would I wouldn’t give for a purple Cecil and about 20 inches of ice right now! Thank God for oars! Tied the Bomber back on and steered my way back down river hugging the shore. Plucked a 17″ on my way back down. Thought I’d keep him for supper for all my troubles. Made it back to the landing after an hour and half of drifting. Thanks to the gents for offering a tow but I knew I’d be all right and just wanted to fish it out. Took a shot of stomach contents too. I’m a big believer in that match the hatch thingy.