FINALLY got out for the last time on soft water this year. Woodtic invited me out and we spent the day hitting every hole, nook and cranny we could. All we caught were perch. We graphed lots of fish, but the only ones we could get to bite were the perch. Some of the them were actually pretty good size, too. Tried twisties, jigs, minnows, raps, etc. Found walleyes (at least they appeared to be walleyes) suspended in 30 feet at about 15, but they were having none of it. It was windy and quite cold on the lake. I watched other boats too, and saw nothing being caught. There were probably about 15 boats out on the water and most of them were out muskie fishing.
Oh well... it was fun anyway. BE sucked for me this year. Not one walleye and just a few nice crappies. I'm going to have to expand my horizon a bit... maybe hit some of the Chisago lakes next year.
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