This is slightly dated, as the fishing occured Wednesday evening. My buddy Larry and I agreed that some time on the river was much better for the mental constitution than work, so we blew out a little early and headed north.
Being new to the river, each trip is an adventure, and this one was no exception. We decided to try some sloughs near a place that was called Heytman’s Landing. After driving some gravel backroads through some of the most awesome scenery I have seen in the Midwest we arrived at our destination.
Despite a decent concrete ramp, the landing was heavily silted in. We pulled both motors up and literally poled my 18′ roughneck through the small lagoon to the slough! We had to repeat the poling procedure when we came back in! If you have anything other than a flat-bottom, avoid Heytman’s.
After getting through the salad bar, we found a channel and started longlining some cranks on the sacred 10′ contour, with the sonar occasionally showing walter or sylvester cat hugging the bottom. We tried different speeds and colors but could not raise a fish.
We headed to the end of the slough and fished a closing dam, but the most excitement was a hard short on a clown husky-jerk. As the sun sinked lower in the sky, the bluffs on the Wisconsin side went from a golden tan to a soft pink glow. Our only company was in the form of soaring, majestic bald eagles and great blue herons stalking fish in the shallows.
Other than the closing dam, it seemed like a better panfish/pike/bass slough than walleye water. Looked like a potentially great duck hunting and ice fishing place too.
So, we came home empty handed. But, we are slowly learning the water a little more and were treated to some of the most beautiful vistas I have had the good fortune to witness through these two eyes. You just have spend time on the river to develop a list of good fishin’ holes. I can’t excpect to have the knowledge of someone who has fished the river for walleyes for years only during my second month on the water. The fringe benefit of seeing all the wild-life and scenery is satisfaction enough.
I may head north to DeSoto early Saturday morning, or fish out of Noble’s, or (if the river calms down) try my luck in pool 10 or 11. My oldest boy, JoJo (who is 5) wants to join me on this next trip, and when’s he’s along, we usually do pretty well…
Peace.
Joe Jiacinto
P.S.-Sorry this is long, but I like reliving the day through the written word!