Hello all. Our vacation to Minnesota is now over, and we have returned to the oven known as Nebraska. What a wonderful week. Those of you who live up there are very lucky, at least when it isn't winter lol. Mid 70's until Friday, just beautiful. Anyhow, on to the good stuff. Us men finally got that monkey off our back and won the fish off. We started at 5 am running shad raps on the break between 12' and 15' of water. We limited on Northern by 7am, the smallest being 22", and the largest 28". They were really killing our lures, probably couldv'e been pulling gumballs with the same results. Started hitting the weed beds next for perch. Pulled out 7 good sized ones, several small ones, and even a few small 'eyes (released). 10 am came way too soon, we didn't want to stop, but didn't want to be late and lose by default. The gals ended up bringing in only 3 pike, 1 nice perch, and a bass. No need for a weigh in, although I wish we had. Better go help unpack. It was great being up there. Everyone was very friendly and well mannered. Can't wait to go back. Have a great musky story to share, and hopefully some pictures in a couple of days.
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