Saturday, June 4, 2022

North Woods Wisconsin

Fishing Time: June 2-7, 2022

Weather: Mostly Sunny, calm, T-70s

Moon Phase: 23% Moon

Location: Big McKenzie Lake, North Woods of Wisconsin

Best Baits: Bass- weightless senko, roboworm on a drop shot rig, Bluegill- marabou under a slip bobber, Northern Pike- trolling crankbaits and jerkbaits, Walleye- Casting crankbaits, Crappie- worm pinned to a 1/8 oz jig head, Muskie- Nothing worked

Water temp: 63-68 degrees

Who Went: Uncle Joe Schuler, Isaac Schuler, Bobber John, Dunc

John’s uncle Joe is now retired and living the dream.  He bought a lake house about an hour north of Rice Lake, Wisconsin where he lives.  The lake is called Big McKenzie and it’s full of a diversity of species from Bluegill, Perch, Crappie, Dogfish, Largemouth Bass, Rock Bass, Walleye, Northern Pike, and Muskellunge.  After hosting him last year on our trip to Lake Powell we made a promise to return the favor and come crash his new lake house in Wisconsin. 

We flew into Minneapolis, Minnesota where we quickly made our first fail.  The car rental company offered us any car on the lot, and we couldn’t resist driving away in a brand-new Chevy Camaro.  We didn’t think about all the gear and rods that we would be driving with for the next 3 hours as we winded through the two-lane highways of Minnesota into the north woods of Wisconsin.

We drove to Rice Lake first to check out Joe’s crib before heading north with Joe leading the way in his Ford F-150.  We hit a total of two stop signs on the way there and not one stop light, but must have past 50 different lakes.  When we arrived at Big McKenzie Lake I was in love.  It’s a decent sized lake surrounded by trees and lake houses.  It looked like a fisherman’s dream.  The north woods of Wisconsin are remote and beautiful.  We settled into Joe’s lake house and prepared for four full days of fishing on Big McKenzie.

The first day of fishing we realized the bass and bluegill were in full swing of their annual spawn.  We had a 4-pound bass guarding a bed right next to Joe’s dock.  It didn’t take too much harassment for John to trick him into biting.

We hit every corner of the lake over the span of four days and slowly figured out where the best bite was for bass, crappie, bluegill, and northern pike.  The only fish we couldn’t pattern was the walleye and those stingy muskies.  The bottom of the lake was very mossy, so our best baits for bass were weightless senkos or a roboworm on a drop shot rig.  We also caught a few on crankbaits, jerkbaits, and spinnerbaits, but the slow drop of the weightless plastics was the ticket.  On the last night the water temps reached 68 degrees and we were able to get on a topwater bite for about an hour and put a half dozen in the boat.  Bluegill were primarily caught on a marabou underneath a slip bobber, and the lone walleye and pike were all caught on crankbaits and jerkbaits both trolling and casting.  There were a ton of rock bass that were also spawning, and they were aggressive enough to continually inhale our bass baits.  We caught enough of those to last a lifetime.  The crappie were all caught jigging on an underwater island that Joe had marked on his fish finder.

One of the highlights of the trip was spending each night roaming the lake in the boat spotlighting and looking for fish, turtles, and other wildlife.  It helped us find a nice dogfish that I was able to coax into the boat from his bed.  I think they are cool looking but found out it’s the carp of Wisconsin.  Either way I checked it off the species to catch list.  They are a crazy green color and get pretty big.

The turtles are all over and they are cool too.  I searched high and low for a snapping turtle, but apparently, I was a bit early in the year for them to be roaming around.  We only found painted turtles.  They would sit on the bottom at night, but in the day, they would crawl onto logs and bask in the sun. We pulled a couple small ones off the bottom using a net while spotlighting at night.

One evening just before dark I lucked into the only walleye of the trip.  We tried to replicate the area and presentation the following evenings, but never could find them again.  We did see a lot of them swimming when we were spotlighting at night.  We also saw some decent sized muskies.  I think Bobber John may have had one small muskie on trolling, but he thought it was a northern pike and shook him off right next to the boat.  I just stared at him in disgust.  It was the only species we couldn’t put into the boat on the trip. 

Another evening on one of our epic bass runs, I tossed my weightless senko onto the corner of a dock and was immediately slammed.  The bass shot out from under the dock to the surface and the oohs and ahs began.  She was a beauty at 5.5 pounds and the big fish of the trip.  It was the cherry on the cake for me after catching multiple nice largemouth every day in the 2–4-pound range. 

The scenery was amazing, the lake house was awesome, and the fishing was epic!  To cap off an already amazing trip we detoured on our way back to the airport and visited the home of St Croix rods in Park Falls, Wisconsin.  We were able to watch them in the factory make the St Croix rods that we are dedicated too and fish with.  We also stopped at a cheese factory and the cheese in Wisconsin truly is amazing! This trip got an A+ from the moment we landed until we got back on the plane to leave.

Saturday, April 23, 2022

Spring Fishing Trip to St. George

Fishing Time: April 21-24

Weather: WINDY, Cold, T-50s

Moon Phase: 75% Moon

Water Temp: 53-55 degrees

Location: Quail Creek, Sand Hollow, and Gunlock Reservoir

Best Baits: Crankbaits and Texas rigged plastics worked off the bottom

Who Went: Josh Newton, Rick Everson, Bobber John Schuler, Dunc

With the drought continuing in Utah, it’s the same ole story down at Lake Powell.  Water levels are low.  The difference this year is that it’s so low they closed all the boat ramps on the lake.  Total bummer after the epic trip we had down there in Spring of 2021.  We still wanted a Spring trip and Powell wasn’t an option, so we decided to make a run to St. George and fish Sand Hollow, Quail Creek, and Gunlock Reservoirs.

It was a short notice decision so we couldn’t find a camp site and had to rough it in a 3,500 square foot house.  Each with our own bedrooms and bathrooms.  I know, tough life.

We drove down in a huge storm that rained hard in St. George.  It was still drizzling, and the wind was blowing on arrival, but we headed straight to Quail Creek and launched the boat.  

The fishing was slow, but to be expected after a storm like that rolls through.  We still managed to put a few in the boat, including some rainbow trout.

The next day called for wind and cold weather and it didn’t disappoint.  We made the journey out to Gunlock Reservoir and found a bass tournament was in full swing.  There were a lot of bass boats on a small reservoir.  They didn’t last long though and I’m guessing it was due to the poor fishing.  The cold wind and water shut the bite down hard.  I was lucky enough to land one fat bellied largemouth bass, but the bite was almost non-existent.  

One cool part of Gunlock was having this tarantula hawk land in the water next to the boat.  We brought it on board with the net to inspect prior to letting him fly away. 

The next day was more of the same weather but the wind got stronger.  We launched on Sand Hollow as everyone else was rushing to get off due to the winds.  We headed for the only corner of the lake that didn’t look like a hurricane and were able to coax a few bass off the bottom and into the boat, but again the cold wind and water temps made the bite tough.

We kept our spirits and moved back to Quail Creek that evening as it’s a little easier to hide from the wind.  However, it was still cold and windy, and the bite was tough.  We did have one decent run where we started landing trout and small mouth bass.  I didn’t know there were smallmouth in Quail Creek, but later found out they were illegally introduced and shouldn’t be there.

We even got so desperate on this trip that we found a community pond and harassed the bluegills for a bit.  We couldn’t take the wind on the boat all day and this was at least a break from trying to manage the boat in hurricane conditions.

We spent a lot of time in the house waiting out the wind this trip, but it just never did let up.  Every morning I woke up to the trees whipping.  It felt like a double slap to the face not getting to go to Lake Powell and then fishing in the post storm wind in St. George.  Not our best trip.