Sunday, July 6, 2014

Slurping Carp and Hungry Kitties

Fishing Time:  8:00 AM to 1:00 PM
Weather:  Hot, clear, no wind, T-100s
Moon Phase:  63% Moon
Location:  Utah Lake
Water Temp: 79 degrees
Best Bait:  cutbait under a slip bobber
Who Went:  Rick, Bobber John, Me
My fishing buddies and I wanted to get out and fish over the long holiday weekend, but with most of the weekend devoted to family time, we took a small window on Sunday morning and headed somewhere close.  We launched the boat at the Lindon Boat Harbor at Utah Lake and immediately headed south to the bubble up.  We were surprised to see carp rising all over the surface and Rick just happened to bring his fishing bow, so we made the most of it for a couple hours.
Rick received a phone call from his buddy Tim Duke from The Rocky Mountain Anglers Association announcing he was on the lake and had found a catfish hotspot.  We met up and followed him into a narrow slough that I have never fished before on Utah Lake.  It was refreshing to fish a new spot on Utah Lake and it immediately went into the gps for future reference.  When we arrived to the spot there was another boat in there with two of Tim’s buddies fishing.  They reported catching around 25 channel catfish prior to us arriving.  Sweet!  We found our own space and began putting a few of our own into the boat.  The action had slowed a bit since the morning, but we were still able to put ten 3-5 lb channel cats into the boat.  Bobber wanted to keep some for dinner so we loaded the live well until it was overflowing with ugly whiskers.  By 1:00 it was pushing 100 degrees with no wind, so we called it a day. 

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Musky Time

Fishing Time:  5:30 AM to 2:00 PM
Weather:  Sunny, clear, T-80s, breezy after 12:00 PM
Moon Phase:  5% Moon
Location:  Pineview Reservoir
Water Temp:  69 degrees
Best Bait:  Musky- wacky rigged senkos, swimbaits, cutbait
Who Went:  Bobber John, Me
Bobber John and I had big plans to do an extreme day trip down to Fish Lake, but when the forecast called for morning winds of 16 mph and 25 mph by afternoon, I couldn’t get myself to do it.  On the contrary, the forecast at Pineview was for 1 mph winds up until noon.  This sounded much more appealing and we took the bait.  Luckily, the forecast was right and we had a gorgeous day on the water, right up until the entire town of Ogden showed up around noon.  Coincidentally, that’s when the wind started blowing as well.  Good, make them suffer!

Prior to the recreational boaters and wind pushing us off the lake earlier than we would have liked, we did get some fishing in.  I took a different approach this trip after two previous trips throwing swimbaits and other large fish imitating lures only left me with a sore back and no muskies to show for it.  I started by throwing a dark green senko rigged wacky.  I used a homemade leader made from 80 lb monofilament line just in case a musky took interest.  It wasn’t long until the smallmouth noticed my offering and I was able to pull a few into the boat.  
Nothing big, but at least it was a fish on the end of my line.  Bobber switched baits often with a jig/trailer getting most the action.  Early morning was a bust and produced no muskies.
Late morning arrived and I was finally greeted with a bite that felt a little more aggressive than a smallmouth and it was finally game on.  After a short but strong fight I was able to land this musky…
It’s not a monster, but I was long overdue so no complaining.  These fish seem to be more tightly lipped than I can ever remember.  It was the only musky hit we had all day and I think I’ve had my fill of constant casting with no success for these toothy critters.  This musky should satisfy the urge for awhile.  You can check out the musky action by clicking on the link below…

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Happy Fathers Day

Fishing Time:  2:30 PM to 3:30 PM
Weather:  Sunny, clear, T-80s
Moon Phase:  91% Moon
Location:  South Jordan Community Pond
Bait:  Worm under a slip bobber
Who Went:  Cari, Devin, Addison, Dayton, Bobber John, Carter, Me

It’s father’s day and the only present I asked for was to take my family fishing.  At least for as long as they would last.  Turns out that was 1 hour.
I received a tip from my buddies Rick and John who were at the community pond the night before with Ricks daughters and said the catfish were on fire.  Must have just stocked it.  Maybe for father’s day.  They sent me this picture of one of the catfish that Ricks daughter Dylan caught.  Not bad for a community pond. 
The pond is only a few miles from my house, so this was a great option.  I rigged three rods, packed some gear and lunch, and off we went.  John and his nephew were at the pond when we arrived and already had two catfish on a stringer.  Good sign.  I helped the kids cast each rod out into the pond and the fishing began. 
The kids didn’t really love the patience part of fishing.  We had line tangles and and crying within minutes.  Luckily Dayton found more interest in finding bugs and left his rod alone.  It wasn’t long until his bobber disappeared and we had a catfish on.  I handed the rod to Devin and I was amazed at how well he did reeling the fish in.  The fish was even pulling drag, but he stuck with it.  You can check out the action by clicking on the link below.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGz16nenI1Y 
After the catfish was landed the kids decided they liked casting and reeling in way more than staring at a bobber waiting for it to go underwater.  So, no more fish were landed by the Duncan clan.  By the time the hour was up, we had three rods and reels in complete disarray.  We loaded the kids and the whirl wind that is the Duncan family was gone.  I’m sure the rest of the fishermen at the pond thanked us, but I was happy.  I finally got to take all three of the kids fishing together, even if there wasn’t much fishing involved.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Willard Crappie and Pineview Musky

Fishing Time:  Willard – 6:30 AM to 10:30 AM, Pineview – 12:00 PM to 7:00 PM
Weather:  Willard – breezy turning windy, clear skies, T-50s, Pineview – Strong wind, clear, T-70s
Moon Phase:  77% Moon
Location:  Willard/Pineview
Best Baits:  Willard – small curly tail grubs on 1/16 oz jighead, Pineview:  7-inch swimbait
Water Temp:  Willard - 70˚ F, Pineview - 69˚ F
Who Went:  Bobber John, Dunc

WILLARD:

The reports coming from Willard Bay recently have been ridiculously good for walleye, wiper, and crappie.  Willard has always kicked my butt with only a couple trips out of around ten producing any fish, but these reports sounded to promising to pass up.

We arrive to Willard Bay at 5:30 AM to find a locked gate.  Apparently the ramp doesn’t open until 6.  Okay.  Off to the gas station to grab a bite.  Back to the gate at 5:45 and sat there and rigged rods until the magical gate suddenly opened at 6 AM. 

We launched at the north marina and went around the corner to the north where there are some small underwater humps.  
We were hoping to find some crappie.  The area proved to be successful and we began catching them one after another.  Not monsters but respectable from 9-12 inches.  We filled the livewell with our limit then moved on to wiper/walleye fishing.  
You can check out our Crappie success by clicking on the link below:


As usual the walleye/wiper fishing produced nothing.  I did have one bite on a bottom bouncer rig, but that was it for 2 hours of trolling.  We bottom bounced using worm harnesses going 1.0 to 1.2 mph.  We also trolled at 3.0 to 3.2 mph with various crankbaits trying to luck into a wiper.  Unfortunately luck was not on our side.  By 10 AM the wind was whipping and the long rock dikes of Willard were getting really boring to look at as we trolled aimlessly from one end to another.  

We loaded up the boat and conceded to another wiper skunk at Willard.  The crappie made it a successful Willard trip though.  After loading the boat, we filleted our crappie, put them in a cooler on ice, and headed up the canyon to Pineview.

PINEVIEW:

We arrived to Pineview around noon and were greeted with 20 mph winds and a lake full of recreational boaters.  We thought about bagging the whole idea, but then realized we don’t make it up that way very often and decided to tough it out. 

After launching we motored through the gauntlet of boaters, and made our way over to a shoreline that was somewhat protected from the wind and had a few less boats running around, but was still miserable due to boat wake that continued to pound us all day long. 

We worked the entire shoreline with me throwing a 7-inch Berkley hollow belly swimbait rigged weedless for musky and Bobber John using a jig/trailer hoping to land a bass or two.  Midway through the run, Bobber had an unexpected bite followed immediately with cut line and a long white flash appearing along the weedline where his jig was.  We knew immediately that it was a musky trying to inhale his bass jig.  This got the juices flowing and we worked the area hard hoping to entice another bite, but it didn’t happen.

We tried fishing a few other areas, but quickly realized the wind was not going to allow it and headed back to the wind protected area.  We must have worked that same shoreline 4-5 times with no bites before Bobber switched to his trusty marabou jig underneath a bobber and put a few small crappie and perch into the boat.  At least he was catching something.
 
He took one perch and sliced out a 1x1 inch square to bait a second rod for musky.  He left this second rod hanging from the boat as he fished with his marabou under a bobber rig.  It wasn't long, before the bait rod was doubled over with a musky gnawing at the other end.  He let the fish run with the bait for a few seconds and then set the hook on a very nice musky.  You can check out the epic battle of musky vs. Bobber by clicking the link below:


As soon as I put a net on the musky the hook fell from his lip.  Whew.  We pulled him onboard for a quick photo shoot and then Bobber set him free to swim another day.  I’ve never seen a musky with that much fight left in him after landing them.  No doubt he is still swimming.  They are one of the coolest looking fish in freshwater. 
Unfortunately this ended up being the only musky bite of the trip.  I casted all day long with various swimbaits, spinners, and even a large tube jig, but never could entice one into biting.  That makes two Pineview trips in a row for me not even getting a bite, and each trip I never stopped casting.  It seems these fish are getting harder to catch.  It also seems my body is getting older because I was sore the next day.  Dealing with boat wake crashing the boat all day and casting large baits took a toll on these 33 year old bones! 

Saturday, May 3, 2014

2014 Spring Trip

Fishing Time:  Thursday through Monday (May 1-5)
Weather:  Clear to partly cloudy, breezy to windy every day
Moon Phase: 15% Moon
Location:  Sand Hollow and Quail Creek Reservoirs
Best Baits:  Jig/trailer, crankbaits, small plastics (drop-shot)
Who Went:  The trio (Rick, Bobber John, Me)
With water levels continuing to drop at Lake Powell the trio agreed this was the year to branch out on our annual spring trip and try fishing a couple new reservoirs that consistently produce big bass.  Sand Hollow and Quail Creek Reservoirs are just outside of St. George, Utah and have a reputation for producing some of the biggest bass in the state. 

We have been very lucky on past spring trips with great weather, but like all good things they usually come to an end.  The temps were warm, but the wind was miserable throughout our entire trip.  We were able to take advantage of a few calm moments, but for the most part it was breezy to windy the entire time.  Here is the day to day recap…

Thursday:  My alarm went off at 1:30 AM and Rick was in my driveway by 2:00.  We loaded the boat, picked up the Bobber and were headed south by 2:30 AM.  We arrived to Sand Hollow around 8:00 AM to warm weather and no wind.  Things were looking great.  If we only knew what was ahead.  We dumped our gear at our dedicated camp site and immediately launched the boat.  We headed straight to the shallows where the bass would typically spawn, but only found a few cruising bass and a lot of empty spawning beds.  Must have missed the spawn by a week or two.  We casted towards the rocky dam and I was able to land one bass on a deep diving crankbait and had another one hooked that felt really nice, but he came unbuttoned.
Our final stop was in deep water dragging small Texas rigged plastics or drop shot rigs over the top of the grassy bottom.  Rick and Bobber got into a few and we saw a couple boats near us landing a few, but none with any size.
The morale was already dipping on the first day and thoughts of big spawning bass at Quail Creek had our minds wandering, so we loaded the boat and headed over to take a look.  I have never fished Quail Creek and was pleasantly surprised to see how much awesome bass structure and cover there is throughout the lake.  The lake is also very clear water which makes sight fishing fun and easy. 

After launching the boat we immediately started seeing big bass in the shallows.  Some of them were absolute tanks, but most of the bass were cruisers and not guarding beds.  We were unsure if the spawn was about to begin or if we had already missed it.  Our first thought was that it hadn't started yet.  We fished for a couple hours learning the lake and finding a few bass on beds.  Unfortunately the cruising bass were not interested in feeding and the bite was really tough.  Rick picked up a nice 3 lb 12 oz bass off a bed, and I picked up one more off a different bed, but that was all we caught the first day at Quail Creek.
The wind picked up around 3:00 PM and didn’t stop the rest of the day or night.  It put a damper on any thoughts we had of night fishing Sand Hollow from the boat.  We did end up walking down to the dam and made a few casts in the dark from shore.  I landed one small bass and Rick missed one.

Friday:   Woke up to more wind on Friday morning and fished deep water at Sand Hollow catching a few more small bass.  This didn’t keep our attention long and we headed to Quail Creek by late morning.  We found one more nice bass at Quail on a bed during a break in the wind and Bobber was able to hook him on a jig/trailer, but as I was about to net the big bass, he spit the hook and swam back to his bed.  After a couple casts Bobber had him hooked again only to be disappointed once more as the fish surfaced, shook the hook, and swam back to his bed once more.  The wind picked up again and we were forced to move on.  We fought the wind all day long, but didn't land a fish at Quail Creek.

We loaded the boat with our tails tucked between our legs around 5:00 PM and headed back to our Sand Hollow camp site.  BUT... the day wasn’t a total bust.  As we pulled out of Quail Creek State Park heading towards our camp site at Sand Hollow, Rick spotted something weird walking across the road.  I heard him yell “Gila Monster!” I immediately jumped out of his jeep to get a better look.  Sure enough Rick saw the Gila Monster just as he was crossing the road and it ended up being the highlight of the trip.  After some research we learned that there are approximately 450 Gila Monster specimens in Utah and we were lucky enough to run across one.  We took video and photos of the mythical creature before leaving him alone.  Definitely the coolest animal I’ve ever seen in the wild in Utah.

Saturday:  The wind broke for a few hours in the morning and we took advantage of the sight fishing at Quail Creek.  First we stopped at Rick’s boss’s house where we had a 1-lb shipment of fresh Michigan leeches delivered.  Rick and Bobber are both from back east and swear that leeches trump all plastics for fishing back east, so we were all excited to see how the Utah fish reacted to them.

We saw monster bass swimming all over in the shallows, but still no signs of any new beds being made.  We soon realized that the bass we found on beds were probably the late spawners and we probably missed the spawn by a few days to a week.  The big cruising bass didn’t have any interest in anything we offered, including the leeches, but we continued throwing to them all morning anyway. 

I brought my new GoPro video camera on this trip and we wanted to get some good underwater footage, so we strategically set the camera underwater facing the spawning bed of the 3 lb 12 oz bass that Rick caught on Thursday.  After dragging baits through the bed numerous times without getting the bass to bite I still felt good knowing I got some good underwater footage of the bass guarding his bed.  Or so I thought.  When I pulled the video camera from the water, I realized I had it on camera mode and only took one photo of myself messing with the GoPro and no video footage was filmed.  I was a bit upset to say the least.  Not long after, half the leeches we had left hanging off the side of the boat flew off into the lake as I motored across the water and scattered leeches all across Quail Creek.  Not one leech was left.  Not that big of a deal except we paid $125 to get them to St. George on short notice.  Now Bobber was furious and thoughts began to surface of why we didn’t go to Lake Powell. 

The wind was still whipping and luckily Rick landed one nice bass on a spinnerbait or we may have just packed up and went home.  We actually talked seriously about it with wind in the forecast the next two days.  BUT, we stuck it out and made the best of it as usual.
Sunday:  Woke up to a somewhat calm morning and hurried to Quail.  The water was glass for about an hour.  Fifteen minutes into sight fishing we found a monster crappie hugged up tight to some deep underwater brush.  Bobber John threw a leech right above his head and the big crappie came right out from the brush and inhaled it.  It’s the biggest crappie I’ve ever seen at 16-inches and 2 lbs, and a great way to start the morning.
A half hour later I pulled a nice chunky largemouth from some cover.  Things were starting to look up.
Then the wind remembered it was supposed to blow and made up for forgetting with a vengeance.  

We tried to hide and fished as best we could, but it was tough.  I wanted another chance at getting some GoPro footage of the spawning bass that Rick caught, so we fought the winds and sent the camera down.  Rick wanted to see if the leech could entice a bite.  The water was so choppy we didn’t even know if the bass was still there at this point, but Rick started tossing the leech where he thought the bed was.  No bites.  I gave it a try with a jig/trailer and on my third cast I felt the undeniable thump of a largemouth jig bite.  I swung and missed.  Rick was fighting ferocious wind with the thruster motor trying to keep me in line to make a couple more casts. I casted to where I thought the bed was and felt the thump again.  I reeled in the slack and set the hook.  This time it stuck and I landed the same 3 lb 12 oz bass that Rick caught the day we arrived in St. George.
Now the question was… did any of the action get caught on the Gopro video cam?  Did I even turn it on?  I pulled the camera from the depths and it was still logging time so the first trial for success was made. Unfortunately you can’t see Gopro footage until you sync it with a laptop, so the suspense of not knowing lasted until I got home.  You can see how it turned out by clicking on the link below...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27_Ov2gqz2g

After catching the bedded bass for the second time we called it quits at Quail Creek and went to our Sand Hollow camp to take a break from the wind.  After an hour of relaxation we were so bored we launched the boat on Sand Hollow in gale force winds.  We tied off to a buoy out in 20 feet of water.  The buoy worked out great after spending 4 straight days of fighting wind with the thruster motor, we finally got to relax.  We worked our small plastics over the grass in 20 ft of water and it turned on for a minute.  I landed 4 bass in 4 casts, and Rick and John both landed a couple more.  It was enough action to keep us interested for the rest of the day.  They were all small, but we kept a few for a fish fry later that evening.  We ended the night fishing the rock dam and Rick picked up one more small bass on a jerk bait to add to the frying pan.

When we got back to camp, Rick filleted the bass, bobber got a fire going, and I prepped for cooking.  We battered and fried the bass in oil and it made for some fine table fare as we sat around the campfire and talked about all the things that went wrong on this trip.
Bobber went to bed early and decided to crash in the boat.  Around midnight Rick realized we needed to put the leeches in the lake.  Leeches apparently need fresh water at all times (annoying), so we took the Bobber on an unexpected trailer ride over to the boat ramp and deposited the leeches in the lake.

While we were at the docks I pitched a jig around and picked up a small bass, so Rick grabbed his rod and we walked the shoreline in the dark pitching jigs for a couple hours while the wind continued to get worse.  I hooked one more bass right next to shore and almost launched him right onto the bank before he fell off.  That was the only other action we had.  Bobber slept in the boat on the ramp the entire time as if nothing happened. 
Monday:  We woke up to nasty wind and low morale.  The forecast called for severe dust storms.  That didn’t sound good.  Instead of fighting it for the fifth day in a row we slowly packed up camp and headed home a day early.  You can only handle so much wind before it breaks you.  We thought about hitting another lake somewhere along the way home, but the wind only got worse as we headed north.  By the time we arrived at my house it was blowing a dreadful 30-40 mph.

Conclusion:  We were all really excited to fish new water this spring and I still feel the two lakes could be awesome fishing with the right conditions, and we know there are huge bass down there cause we saw them everywhere.  If only they would have bit a little more often.

Everyone also felt that Lake Powell would have been a better choice for the spring trip.  The wind was brutal and made fishing very tough at times, but even when the lakes calmed down for a moment the fishing never picked up to our expectations.  Or to what we usually experience at Lake Powell.

Quail Creek:  This lake definitely has some giant bass and most likely the biggest bass in the state.  Its tough fishing, but one fish there could be the fish of a lifetime.  We saw plenty of bass we felt were over five pounds, including one that may have been pushing double digits.  Unfortunately we just couldn’t get them to bite.  My guess is if you hit this lake during the spawn you could have a lot of fun with the clear water and big bass.

Sand Hollow:  I think we hit this lake during a transitional period with the fish just finishing up their spawn and going deep to rest (not eat).  This made it tough to entice bass with any size into biting.  The only way we consistently caught bass was deep water fishing and they were all small.  I would like to give Sand Hollow another try either pre-spawn, spawn, or after the initial post spawn period.  I think our success rate would be much better. 

Another spring is trip in the books and the GoPro was a fun addition.  After getting home and seeing the footage I got the urge to make some videos and start my own YouTube channel.  This way my readers can subscribe and watch the videos to go along with the blog posts.  Click on the link below to check it out and subscribe...

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKup6CXpsQJ0zbQTDN8Qp3A

Monday, April 21, 2014

Provo River Walleye

Fishing Time:  4:30 PM to 8:30 PM
Weather:  Sunny, breezy, T-70s
Moon Phase:  55% Moon
Location: Wallsburg Bay Inlet/Middle Provo above Charleston Bridge
Bait:  Wallsburg- swimbait, Middle Provo- rapala, small lipless crankbait
Who Went:  Me

With the warm weather recently, I figured today may be the day to break this year’s walleye curse up at Deer Creek Reservoir.  As usual I figured wrong.  I first tried the Wallsburg inlet mainly throwing a swimbait rigged weedless so that it wouldn’t get snagged in the shallow weedy conditions.  I did have a few bites, but I racked it up to small trout that couldn’t find the weedless hook imbedded in my swimbait.

Unsuccessful and deflated I headed to the Middle Provo to try my luck there.  On my first cast with a lipless crankbait I hooked up with a feisty rainbow trout.  At least I didn’t get skunked. 
The river was running a little faster than I would have liked, but not unfishable.  I continued casting for over an hour with my crankbait and a small rapala and landed a couple more rainbow trout, but no walleye.  I didn’t get the feeling the walleye had started their migration up the river yet.  I didn’t see any in the slower clear moving water and obviously didn’t catch any.

I left while there was still some daylight and headed back to the Wallsburg inlet.  I casted my swimbait all around the inlet until dark without a bite.  Final tally this spring… Walleye 3, Chris 0.  Luckily it’s time to pursue bass and I can forget that walleye exist the rest of the year.  

Monday, April 14, 2014

Mythbusting the Full Moon Theory

Fishing Time:  6:30 to 8:30
Weather:  Slight breeze, sunny, clear
Moon Phase:  Full Moon
Location: Utah Lake (AF River Inlet)
Bait:  Small lipless crankbaits, curly tail grub
Who Went:  Rick, Me
Some of my recent fishing trips have coincidentally landed on the full moon and the lunar fishing charts during these full moon periods are off the charts with 100-percent efficiency.  This means fishing should be at its best.  I know some fishermen who base entire trips on these charts and swear by their accuracy. Well in my experience, it has been the exact opposite.  In fact, my fishing buddies and I usually check the lunar charts on our drive to the lake and if the charts say fishing will be poor, we get excited, if they say it’s going to be good, we prepare ourselves to catch nothing.  It’s become an inside joke in our fishing circle. The truth is that the best time to fish for me is any chance I can find free time to do it, whether its rain, wind, snow, or sunshine.  I only became interested in checking the lunar charts after hearing how accurate they are from other fisherman.

Anyhow, I proved the lunar charts wrong again this evening with yet another unsuccessful trip to Utah Lake chasing the elusive walleye under the light of a full moon.  Lunar chart efficiency during this time was 100-percent.  We waded out from the American Fork River inlet and I started to get the feeling that the spawn has ended.  We were the only ones there and we didn’t get a nibble.  We further proved that it probably is over after arriving to the Provo River above Utah Lake to spotlight spawning walleye, but only found a few stragglers.  We also saw a couple young kids get nailed by a DNR officer for netting them from the river.  The officer told us that the kids pleaded ignorance.  Yep, I remember those days.

As usual I’m looking forward to warm weather, bass fishing, and getting away from this walleye curse that has seemed to follow me religiously for the last few years.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Walleye Induced Headaches

Fishing Time:  2:30 PM to 7:30 PM
Weather:  Sunny, clear, T-60s
Moon Phase:  Full Moon
Location:  Utah Lake (Bird Island)
Bait:  Lipless crankbaits (small), plastic minnows (drop-shot), curly tail grubs
Who Went: Rick, Bobber John, Me
It’s March and this time of year you can beat your head against a wall waiting for warm weather or you can go chase walleye.  Either way they both produce the same results.  Headaches.  All the conditions were right tonight and Rick caught a couple in the same spot a week ago fishing with Rocky Mountain Angler, Tim Duke, so our confidence was high.  For a minute.  When we arrived we talked to a group of fisherman that had been there all day with no success.  Great.  We used the first hour to contour the ridge jetting off the southeast corner of Bird Island with my gps.
Then we recorded a fishing track using my new I-Pilot motor.  You can record a track and then with a push of a button it will re-run the same line by itself at any speed you want.  Sweet.
 
We started by casting up and down the ridge line working every inch on both sides for 3 hours.  We had a few possible missed hits or snags.  It’s hard to tell with how rocky it is out there.  We did manage to land a few rocks and some were sworn walleye all the way to the boat before the disappointing volcanic surfaced.  The rocks had as much fight as most walleye, so the misjudgments were valid.
Evening arrived and we began to see the walleye rolling on the surface doing there mating dance.  We spent some time chasing these surface fish, casting right on top of them, but they just kept doing their thing without a care in the world.  A couple of them looked to be very large females with massive bellies full of eggs.  I wish these fish would bite once in awhile. 

It was a beautiful night with a killer sunset, but as usual the walleye fishing was poor to skunky. 
I’ve seen multiple pictures of large walleye being caught this year so I’m sure I will be talked into going again. Until then I will rack it up to another walleye outing that left a bad taste in my mouth.  Same story different year.

I leave you with a video of the only thing we caught today…