Monday I sent out the invitations for a fun filled day on Lake Michigan. I had no response until 4:00 pm when a buddy from work texted me wanting to know what time we are leaving. Game on, so I went out to the garage and put some more rods in the boat and prepared for the fish fest that was to come. We got to the lake in the wee am hours, the sun was just rising as we put our eyes on the water. The weatherman was wrong again it was suppose to be a North wind @ 4mph, what we got was a NNE wind @ 15mph. The rollers were already building but there were few caps. I hymned and hawed and figured out a plan of action after a quick team meeting we made the decision to give'er a go.
We put the boat in and motored out to the gap in the break wall. With the wind and waves coming in from the NNE we decided to roll down to the state line to the East and set up there and troll back. If we only got one shot at catching we would have an hour or so troll back to try and put a couple in the box. The ride out kinda sucked but the troll back was pretty comfortable, the only bad thing was my spot from last week produced 0 fish. Since the invited "deckhand" was also out last week, I set this troll up so his spot was at the end of our troll. He fine tuned me for the proper path and we were back in the game, the really nice thing was the wind and waves seemed to be laying down.
Fish... is what I thought when the first flatline snapped back, I grabbed the rod took up the slack and handed it off to Ronnie. He was busy complaining about how the rods were so short and he really had to work to get the fish in. I told him he'll just have to learn to properly fight the fish, in due time he had a nice coho at the back of the boat ready for the net. I of course did an outstanding net job and we boxed our first fish. The second came alot quicker and larger than the first, he also hit a rigger set at 37 with an orange baby spin doctor with a green/blue fly. He was a really nice fish and also was the biggest of the trip. Anyway after a couple more hours of catching we started to have a strategic divide in where we should troll next. Ronnie wanted to keep running a doughnut in the path that we had already caught fish. That meant trolling against the waves and wind which is NO fun for me. I wanted to troll down the beach to the West with the wind and waves which was actually really comfortable so... fish on.
Here's where the mutiny started as I was on my turn fighting my fish I began to notice the boat turning in a way that the boat didn't need to turn. As the fish was getting closer to the boat I asked Ronnie if he was turning us, all he did was laugh and said, "yeah". By the time we got that fish in, he had the boat turned to the East and we were heading into the waves. Since we only need about another limit I shook my head and kept on the current track. I hate so say it but that was the correct choice, because the fishing really lit up. For the next hour there was nothing but tangled lines, rods on the deck, nets with fish or lures in them and there was blood everywhere. It was a glorious ending to what turned out to be a really good day. What started out rough, calmed a little and let us fish, and when they decided to eat we were there to capitalize on it.
The company was good, and the fish fought hard this was a really a good day.
This will probably be my last post until I get back from vacation in June. But don't worry if your jonesing for a good read just look back into the archives and pick something you haven't seen yet. That should hold you over until I get back.
Until then take care and be safe.
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