Post by bacon on Sept 13, 2009 23:27:43 GMT -4
I went fishing, yup, even as busy as we are now, i finally got a chance to spend a few hours on the lake. took a play out of the Fishooked playbook, loaded up the scanoe, headed down the a hot little trout stream(it has everything, not just trout) but its state natural area now and is closed during open waterfoul seasons, what a load of crap, stupid geese. so back towards home to a little lake that i usually only ice fish for pike.
now, i know they have been out for a while now, but i have still yet to give the DT series a good once over, ive tossed one once and a while, but never given it a serious try. so today i grabbed a brand new DT-10 Craw, tied it on, and left it there.
a quick paddle out to a point with about 8-14 FOW, and let the wind carry me right down a nice litte weedy flat of about the same depth. several snaggs in the weeds then,...tap... a real light bite, thought i had missed it, but then a few head shakes, and a complete stall out. i was hoping i had just tied into one of the large pike or maybe even one of the 10lb+ walleye that are found around here from time to time. the dead stick pulls me right over the fish, and i just keep pulling up, and finally, up comes a small pike and a huge wad-o-lettuce. at least he was kind enough to remove himself and the weeds at poles length. i had to paddle back out to a little deeper water before fishing again, a few casts later and a little futher down the shoreline, another light tap, but this time it was followed by a nicer fight and a few good jumps before hauling in a nice16-17incher.
as i worked further down the shoreline, the bites, although soft, kept coming. another decent bass chased down this great little DT, for his photo ops with the lure and the carrot stick.
another small pike came to play a few casts later, i unhooked him with the pliers while still in the water, but after about 10 seconds of watching him sitting on the surface, just sitting there, i reached out and picked him up, waved him at a passing jetski, and then replaced the 15incher and watched him finally swim off.
Again it only took half a dozen, super long casts(man they cast a mile with that set up, and with no effort) and the final bass of the day brought in and released, another respectable 14incher for this lake.
thought i should take a picture for ted too.
on the lake for a total of about an hour of fishing, minus the paddling anyway. i had had a great day, that was, anyway, until i adjusted my live vest, just as a small little wisp of wind blew my way, my life jacket nudged my hat, and the wind took it clear off, ploping my newly luck lakemaid beer hat in the water, as it sat there, bairly sinking, i grabbed the paddle and started its way. soloing in a large canoe can be tough, and as a aproached my hat, i was afraid of running it over, so i let it coast to one side. i take a quick look only to see my hat taking on water quickly, time for action was upon me, i quick reached for my pole and tried to hook it. as im flailing wildly at my hat with a 7ft pole, it occurs to me that my paddle is no longer here. behind me and quickly leaving is my only paddle, its time to choose, hat, or my ride home. the pole gets re stowed, and a frantic hand paddle begins. it took several minutes to coral my paddle, but i did reach it. my hat...never seen again. so i headed back to the truck, happy with a good couple hours on the lake, and a head that is quickly getting sunburned.
im now in the market for a new lucky hat, and going to have to figure out how to tell my friends that i lost my hat in a canoe, and not my 200hp bass boat.
well, its back to the fields at 4am, and the packer game is nearing an unfavorable end i fear, so i think i need to get my sleep. good luck to everyone on there next fishing trip, and hold on to your hats.
bacon
now, i know they have been out for a while now, but i have still yet to give the DT series a good once over, ive tossed one once and a while, but never given it a serious try. so today i grabbed a brand new DT-10 Craw, tied it on, and left it there.
a quick paddle out to a point with about 8-14 FOW, and let the wind carry me right down a nice litte weedy flat of about the same depth. several snaggs in the weeds then,...tap... a real light bite, thought i had missed it, but then a few head shakes, and a complete stall out. i was hoping i had just tied into one of the large pike or maybe even one of the 10lb+ walleye that are found around here from time to time. the dead stick pulls me right over the fish, and i just keep pulling up, and finally, up comes a small pike and a huge wad-o-lettuce. at least he was kind enough to remove himself and the weeds at poles length. i had to paddle back out to a little deeper water before fishing again, a few casts later and a little futher down the shoreline, another light tap, but this time it was followed by a nicer fight and a few good jumps before hauling in a nice16-17incher.
as i worked further down the shoreline, the bites, although soft, kept coming. another decent bass chased down this great little DT, for his photo ops with the lure and the carrot stick.
another small pike came to play a few casts later, i unhooked him with the pliers while still in the water, but after about 10 seconds of watching him sitting on the surface, just sitting there, i reached out and picked him up, waved him at a passing jetski, and then replaced the 15incher and watched him finally swim off.
Again it only took half a dozen, super long casts(man they cast a mile with that set up, and with no effort) and the final bass of the day brought in and released, another respectable 14incher for this lake.
thought i should take a picture for ted too.
on the lake for a total of about an hour of fishing, minus the paddling anyway. i had had a great day, that was, anyway, until i adjusted my live vest, just as a small little wisp of wind blew my way, my life jacket nudged my hat, and the wind took it clear off, ploping my newly luck lakemaid beer hat in the water, as it sat there, bairly sinking, i grabbed the paddle and started its way. soloing in a large canoe can be tough, and as a aproached my hat, i was afraid of running it over, so i let it coast to one side. i take a quick look only to see my hat taking on water quickly, time for action was upon me, i quick reached for my pole and tried to hook it. as im flailing wildly at my hat with a 7ft pole, it occurs to me that my paddle is no longer here. behind me and quickly leaving is my only paddle, its time to choose, hat, or my ride home. the pole gets re stowed, and a frantic hand paddle begins. it took several minutes to coral my paddle, but i did reach it. my hat...never seen again. so i headed back to the truck, happy with a good couple hours on the lake, and a head that is quickly getting sunburned.
im now in the market for a new lucky hat, and going to have to figure out how to tell my friends that i lost my hat in a canoe, and not my 200hp bass boat.
well, its back to the fields at 4am, and the packer game is nearing an unfavorable end i fear, so i think i need to get my sleep. good luck to everyone on there next fishing trip, and hold on to your hats.
bacon
