Could have been one of the most difficult fishing days we have ever had. One bright light was Harry and Norm's trek to The Pothole. Caught 3.5# and 2# brook trout (gold Mepps - one near beaver lodge - other on other side of pond). Rest of the crew barely squeaked out 6 small walleye for the entire day (but would have been more except for Mike with Lynn running the motor over their stringer). The picture has become quite clear - the fish are post-spawn, very dispersed, and not very hungry. The late spring has taken its toll. Looks to be a struggle to get our limit for take home.
Wednesday, May 31, 1989
Tuesday, May 30, 1989
Frustration Sets In, Then Mike Lands a 5# Walleye
Brad, Norm and Harry (Curley, Larry and Moe) went out, three to a boat. They went up Amyot Creek. They lost most of their gear. They almost lost the anchor. Brad caught a 6# (27.5") pike. Otherwise, Skunked! The story is not complete without recognizing that (a) Harry had one cast that struck Mike smack in the back of the head (different boats!), (b) Norm got so frustrated that he started walking the water with an oar, and (c) Harry had to work many minutes to retrieve his new "lure retriever" from the creek. "For crap" fishing in the evening except for Mike's 5# (24") walleye caught off the shoreline near Forked Bay. Nothing at all at The Point.
Monday, May 29, 1989
Grouse Crashes Through Cabin Window, Good Morning!
Wake up call is a grouse that flies into cabin picture window. Sounds like a shotgun blast. Passes through window. Dead bird. Lynn shaken up, close to window. Gene cut on the nose. Joe (camp owner) replaces window before lunch. Morning fishing tough. Some good fishing in the evening - in creek and South Bay/Forked Bay shoreline.
Sunday, May 28, 1989
7th Trip to Amyot
Motor home problems. Battery will not charge. During the night, have to stop every 10 miles or so to allow charge up. Puts us 2 hours behind schedule. UHaul mechanic (by phone) no help. Charges sufficiently during daylight. Get battery cables in Soo. Keep going. Starts to function properly. Get to camp around 3pm. Fishing not bad. Keeper walleye on South Bay/Forked Bay shoreline, and at The Point. Occasional pike. Gene nearly has a stroke trying to keep his motor running and trying to get it started again when it stops. Gene's gentle murmurings to the engine to coax it to start can be heard all over the lake!
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