BlueRanger
08-22-2010, 08:09 PM
Got up there Friday afternoon, just in time to watch the last of the rain and lightning go through. Saturday I hit the water, and like SBoulden reported earlier, muskies were very active on the Solunar periods. But they didn't seem to be in an aggressive feeding mood. During the Saturday morning major, I had a fish in the 40" range boil twice on a Jackpot, but it didn't really go after it. I immediately threw a bucktail over the fish, and it took a lazy swipe at that but didn't grab it. A few minutes later, a larger fish surfaced quietly nearby. I worked that area over for more than an hour and didn't have another strike or follow. In the evening, I had the same thing happen in a different area - a fish took a swipe at the Jackpot, then took 3 more swipes at a couple different bucktails on subsequent casts. Again, it didn't really seem to want to bite. The fish were in cabbage on sand bars in about 3 feet of water.
Today was a different story. The water was dead calm and the fish were nowhere to be found. Surface temp was at 74 degrees and the Springstead Landing gauge was at -.4 feet. There was also a lot of pollen on the water this morning. There's plenty of water coming down the Manitowish and Bear, and the Flambeau looked high at Park Falls. Surprisingly, there was already quite a bit of red starting to show up in the maples along FF and 70 west of Park Falls.
Unfortunately, a couple beautiful days were marred by being on the receiving end of two of the most blatant examples of boater discourtesy I've ever seen. Saturday evening, I headed over to the bar where I had seen the two fish earlier in the day, but found a family sitting on the prime spot fishing for walleyes or panfish. So I started working the shoreline behind them, giving them a good hundred yards of space and casting away from them. Imagine my surprise when the guy turned on his stern-mounted electric and proceeded to slowly back right in front of me, not 30 feet from my boat and directly in line with the area I was casting to. I just shook my head, took in the wife and teenage son's embarassed looks and headed out to the spot I wanted to fish in the first place. Then this morning, I was working the saddle between the point and rock pile out at the end of the channel to Springstead Landing when two boatloads of jerks cut between me and the point at about 10 mph. They were less than 50 feet from the point, so on top of the rudeness, it was a gross violation of the 100 foot law. And if the water had been a foot lower, they'd have had an expensive lesson in the meaning of karma and they'd have been picking several very young kids off the floors of the boats.
I posted some pictures of moonlight and lightning from Friday night and a few nice loon shots.
Today was a different story. The water was dead calm and the fish were nowhere to be found. Surface temp was at 74 degrees and the Springstead Landing gauge was at -.4 feet. There was also a lot of pollen on the water this morning. There's plenty of water coming down the Manitowish and Bear, and the Flambeau looked high at Park Falls. Surprisingly, there was already quite a bit of red starting to show up in the maples along FF and 70 west of Park Falls.
Unfortunately, a couple beautiful days were marred by being on the receiving end of two of the most blatant examples of boater discourtesy I've ever seen. Saturday evening, I headed over to the bar where I had seen the two fish earlier in the day, but found a family sitting on the prime spot fishing for walleyes or panfish. So I started working the shoreline behind them, giving them a good hundred yards of space and casting away from them. Imagine my surprise when the guy turned on his stern-mounted electric and proceeded to slowly back right in front of me, not 30 feet from my boat and directly in line with the area I was casting to. I just shook my head, took in the wife and teenage son's embarassed looks and headed out to the spot I wanted to fish in the first place. Then this morning, I was working the saddle between the point and rock pile out at the end of the channel to Springstead Landing when two boatloads of jerks cut between me and the point at about 10 mph. They were less than 50 feet from the point, so on top of the rudeness, it was a gross violation of the 100 foot law. And if the water had been a foot lower, they'd have had an expensive lesson in the meaning of karma and they'd have been picking several very young kids off the floors of the boats.
I posted some pictures of moonlight and lightning from Friday night and a few nice loon shots.