With the fantastic bite we have been experiencing on pool 14 this summer, my wife and I invited my sister to make a 90 mile trip down to fish with us on Sunday. We had high hopes and expectations for yet another great day of fishing.
Mother nature and old marble eyes had other plans though. With the torentual rainfall Friday across the region and upriver, ‘ole miss was chocalate, fast, and full of grass and light debri.
The fish we have been on for a month had all been dislodged, and, though we worked hard and long, did not find one willing walleye in over 8 hours of fishing. Two sheepies and a channel cat where the days only catch.
We threw everything in the book at them, and some things not in the book. It just was one of those days. From discussions with other anglers through the day, we where not alone. Still a beautiful day to be on the river, and the company was top notch! I guess I am thankful for days like this… they remind me of how blessed I am to live a stones throw from such a great place to fish and recreate. Today was just a much better day for recreating than for fishing.