Once again Big Sandy has proven itself to me this year! Friday night was suppose to be a fishing night but was quickly diverted into a re-wire job on a trolling motor for my buddy Tony. Saturday morning I had a gentleman from my work that drove up to fish the day with me. He had not caught a walleye in five years and was not very successful before that. He was at the brink of hiring a guide just to see what walleye fishing was all about. I just couldn't let him do that and he accepted my invitation for a day of fishing.
It took him a bit longer to get up to the campsite so we didn't hit the water till about 8:00am. I really thought the fish would of been out in the main lake on the flats but after a hour and a half of that I regrouped. We switched back to fishing for the notorious weed line walleyes Big Sandy has to offer and it didn't let us down. By noon we had boated 10-15 fish with 6 of them being nice 14-18 inch keepers. After a well deserved lunch we headed back out for a couple hour before he had to head back to the cities. The same spots produced sending a couple more into the live well. I packed him up with a limit and a smile and sent him back to the cities.
I then packed up the boat and headed over to Round Lake to see if I could close the night with a few Pigs over there. I got on the lake and spotted CK and Mallard fogging for Mosquitoes with the two stroke and gave them a little buzz with the Pro-V. After they figgured out it was me I got the earfull! All in good fun. We shadow trolled live bait behind CK and the sassy shads. I dont remember Round having so many weeds on the bottom but I wasnt running live bait last time either. As the sun set I put a very nice 18 1/2" into the boat but we hit a slump after that. When we were about to pull the trigger I set into a beauty that ended up much like Mallards! Yep, A big old yellow bullhead! It was a long day and we packed up and headed home.
Sunday morning after some killer omlets we headed back out on Sandy to the same haunts with the kids and started pulling fish immeadiatly. We spent the next couple hours catching till we had to head for home.
We pulled mainly Hammered brass and chartruse spinners with leaches and crawlers.
Boat traffic is really starting to pick up so be carefull out there.
People who fish for food, and sport be damned, are called pot-fishermen. The more expert ones are called crack pot-fishermen. All other fishermen are called crackpot fishermen. This is confusing. ~ Ed Zern, 1947