Well it was another weekend up at Long Point Resort. This one was spent without kids and was a boys only trip. Most of the resorts have now dug out from the previous weekends snow and have their roads in tiptop shape. Friday started out extremely slow. We fished in 30 FOW and we were west of the resort. I cant even say there was one lure of choice. We managed to pick a few off here and there to end up with 11 fish for the day. Those fish were nothing to right home about but fed the troops for the night. Saturday was a new day and the action started early. We went east this morning and within the first half hour fish were being pulled in. We fished in 27 FOW and each person had a little something that was catching. A few of the hot lures for the day was a perch colored Angle Eye JR, Green and Gold Castmaster, Gold JB Weasel and some glow Rock N Rolls. Most of our fish hovered at the bottom and we would lift with the lures to catch them. We also lifted to anything suspended with 50/50 results. We through back many 6-12 inchers and filled a 5 gal. pail full of 16-18 inchers with a couple small ones that wouldnt go back down. This was by far awesome action all day long! Sunday is our half-day but was full of big fish action. We started with the same lures but found out quickly we needed something gold and flashy to get them to bite. By mid morning we had 12 keepers in the pail. I pulled up a nice 24 walleye for the big fish of the weekend and then it happened. I looked at my buddy Vince and he said theres something big off the bottom. 2 seconds later his poor pole was screaming help! We quickly cleared the area for the long fight. I kneeled down to get into hole helping position and I looked at his reel. I screamed Vince you dont have hardly any line on that pole! he just looked at me and laughed . We took some video and waited for the might sturgeon to spool him. When we saw the last few loops coming off the spool I reached up and tighted the drag a few clicks. Just as I let go the poor little rod EXPLODED! He grabbed the reel and gave it a pull and then it let go. We pulled the line up and the hook was straight. Just then my buddy Tony opened the door to the icehouse looked at Vince and said I will clear the path. In one good overhand toss out the door it went!
Did you get a look at the monster on the other end of the line? Was it for sure a sturgeon?
With little line to work with and lighter gear there isn't much else he could have done with that fish with the exception of maybe hand lining it however that would introduce a whole knew set of problems.
It pulled drag out right to the end of the spool. He never gained on it. He was using fireline and when the pole broke he tried to hand over fist it and thats when it pulled out. If you look close you can see the straight lure in the one picture.
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