I finally wet a line late last week. However, I wasn't prepared for what happened.
It all began when the sun came up, and I decided "Today is the day."
I tossed one fishing pole in our Jeep, grabbed a box of crawlers from the garage fridge and drove down to Veterans Point on the the south end of French Island.
I baited my hook with half a crawler and tossed my line into the water. The bobber danced up and down, I jerked and reeled in a beautiful lunker bluegill. Tossing it back in, I pitched out my line again. The bobber bobbed, but I lost the fish. It happened again before I reeled in and re-baited with the other half of crawler.
I tossed the line out once more. Only this time the bobber did more than a little dance. It quickly disappeared beneath the water. I yanked and hooked into a very large fish. I played it as best as I could for the next minute or so, realizing my 8-pound test line was working overtime. Then, as I brought the fish closer to shore, it snapped the line, leaving me with nothing but line. My guess is it was a northern pike.
With no more hooks, bobbers or split shot, my day was ended. I learned my lesson the hard way.
Rivers are receding quickly now. Junior and I should be able to walk out to the boathouse by this weekend and fish from the deck.
Meanwhile, more deer are showing their summer coats. While working in my study last Monday, a yearling ran right past the window in the middle of the day. Does are still dropping fawns, too.
Minnesota DNR conservation officer Mitch Boyum, stationed in Rushford, has received multiple calls throughout the week about fawns.
Boyum also spent time checking anglers and boaters along the Mississippi River. He said success was fair.
Until we meet, have a great day outdoors.