. . . for a couple hours and it was tough. Wind was from the northwest, which probably had something to do with it. All I caught trolling was a pike and a bass, both a shade under 3 lbs. I didn't see anyone else catching anything, which was some consolation. I hate seeing people catch fish when I'm not.
Oops! Finally got around to looking at lake map book and what I thought was North Arm Bay is actually Maxwell Bay, which is where I've been fishing last couple of outings.
I'm learning the lake bay by bay. So far I kinda know Maxwell, Gray's Bay and Wayzata Bay (where I caught my 44-inch musky on a rat-l-trap/little pike combo about 7:30 in the morning on a weekday last summer when the wind was out of the southwest). A tip I read about that helped me land her (I didn't have a net) was once you get a big fish boatside, turn it over bellyup and THEN slide a hand under the gill flap. Works like a charm.
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