11-21-2018, 11:03 PM
[#0000ff]BFTer fishdigger is a recent joiner of the fellowship of floatation fishermen (float tubers). He has three new craft and has been working to turn them all into fishing machines. Since he had some new things to try...and since today was forecast to be "nice"...we decided to hit Willard.
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[#0000ff]Forecast was for 24 degrees at 7 am...same as the last two trips I have made. They lied...by 10 whole degrees. It was only 14 degrees when we drove up to the ramp...which was starting to grow some ice around the edges. TDC. We both put our gear together in fits and starts...getting into our vehicles to warm our numbing fingers frequently. As Dan was getting ready to launch he commented that he never put on any more layers when he went skiing. And he supposed he looked like the Pilsbury Dough Boy in all his finery. I took his picture for posterity.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Glad we had those little handwarmers in our pockets to help keep felling in our fingers as we moved out to try to find some fish. Water temp was just under 40 in the boat channel...with depth of 12 to 13 feet. Absolutely no fishy marks on sonar all the way out to the open lake.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Just as the sun started to peek over the hills to the east, I put out a couple of fligs and minnows and then jammed my hands back in my pockets with the hand warmers. I was almost mad when some stupid fish started trying to take one of my rods out of the holder. Almost. But I made the supreme sacrifice and set the hook...into something substantial. Turned out to be my biggest fish of the day...a 26 inch kitty with surprising attitude in the cold water.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]After wiping my wet hands, rebaiting, recasting and putting my hands back in my pockets I got to wait only another 5 minutes or so for number two cat. This one was smaller but still gave good tugs.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Shortly after Dan joined me...after a belated launch...I went bendo again. And while rasslin' with that fish I saw my other rod take a big dip toward the water. Double time. With the excellent fish handling skills I have developed from plenty of double ups, I netted the first fish, put the rod in the holder and then brought the second fish to net. That was my only double of the day. But I did miss two other opportunities. Those fish were not as experienced and one of them was unable to get hooked well enough to join his buddy in the net.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Meanwhile, Dan was using fligs and minnows for the first time. Those crafty cats played upon his apprenticeship and stole his bait a few times without getting the hook. But one inquiry turned into a purty 12 inch perch...our only perch of the day. I chided him about his "wimpy footlong", since I have caught some 13 inchers this year.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]At one point we had kicked our way out near the new rock piles. Since Dan had the "numbers" in his GPS he elected to hunt up some rocks and see if there might be any fishy inhabitants. He did and there weren't. So he came back to the "zone" where we had seen the most fish on sonar and had had the most bites.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The one and only boat on the lake launched a bit before 10 and roared off across the lake. We could see it working along the north dike for a while. Then it came back in and trailered before we got off the lake about noon.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I caught a couple more cats just after 11...the last being a porky 2-footer with shoulders and "catitude". It always amazes me when those silly whiskerfish act like it's midsummer and the water is only 40 degrees. Love it.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Once the sun climbed a bit higher, it almost got warm enough to fish without gloves. ALMOST. Just about the time I was codgertatin' removing my gloves a chilly light breeze from the norwest started nibbling on my fingers and reminding me what time of year it was. Never took my gloves off all day.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Water temp climbed to a lofty 41 by the time we shivvered our way in to the ramp. Coincidentally, the air temp had risen to the same 41...the exact flip of the 14 at launch. Big whoop.
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[#0000ff]Forecast was for 24 degrees at 7 am...same as the last two trips I have made. They lied...by 10 whole degrees. It was only 14 degrees when we drove up to the ramp...which was starting to grow some ice around the edges. TDC. We both put our gear together in fits and starts...getting into our vehicles to warm our numbing fingers frequently. As Dan was getting ready to launch he commented that he never put on any more layers when he went skiing. And he supposed he looked like the Pilsbury Dough Boy in all his finery. I took his picture for posterity.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Glad we had those little handwarmers in our pockets to help keep felling in our fingers as we moved out to try to find some fish. Water temp was just under 40 in the boat channel...with depth of 12 to 13 feet. Absolutely no fishy marks on sonar all the way out to the open lake.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Just as the sun started to peek over the hills to the east, I put out a couple of fligs and minnows and then jammed my hands back in my pockets with the hand warmers. I was almost mad when some stupid fish started trying to take one of my rods out of the holder. Almost. But I made the supreme sacrifice and set the hook...into something substantial. Turned out to be my biggest fish of the day...a 26 inch kitty with surprising attitude in the cold water.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]After wiping my wet hands, rebaiting, recasting and putting my hands back in my pockets I got to wait only another 5 minutes or so for number two cat. This one was smaller but still gave good tugs.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Shortly after Dan joined me...after a belated launch...I went bendo again. And while rasslin' with that fish I saw my other rod take a big dip toward the water. Double time. With the excellent fish handling skills I have developed from plenty of double ups, I netted the first fish, put the rod in the holder and then brought the second fish to net. That was my only double of the day. But I did miss two other opportunities. Those fish were not as experienced and one of them was unable to get hooked well enough to join his buddy in the net.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Meanwhile, Dan was using fligs and minnows for the first time. Those crafty cats played upon his apprenticeship and stole his bait a few times without getting the hook. But one inquiry turned into a purty 12 inch perch...our only perch of the day. I chided him about his "wimpy footlong", since I have caught some 13 inchers this year.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]At one point we had kicked our way out near the new rock piles. Since Dan had the "numbers" in his GPS he elected to hunt up some rocks and see if there might be any fishy inhabitants. He did and there weren't. So he came back to the "zone" where we had seen the most fish on sonar and had had the most bites.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The one and only boat on the lake launched a bit before 10 and roared off across the lake. We could see it working along the north dike for a while. Then it came back in and trailered before we got off the lake about noon.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I caught a couple more cats just after 11...the last being a porky 2-footer with shoulders and "catitude". It always amazes me when those silly whiskerfish act like it's midsummer and the water is only 40 degrees. Love it.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Once the sun climbed a bit higher, it almost got warm enough to fish without gloves. ALMOST. Just about the time I was codgertatin' removing my gloves a chilly light breeze from the norwest started nibbling on my fingers and reminding me what time of year it was. Never took my gloves off all day.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Water temp climbed to a lofty 41 by the time we shivvered our way in to the ramp. Coincidentally, the air temp had risen to the same 41...the exact flip of the 14 at launch. Big whoop.
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