For the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, we planned on doing a little fishing. It would be Wyatt’s, my seven year-old nephew, first fishing trip with me and I had set him up with his first post-Snoopy poles for the upcoming fishing season this Christmas; a Daiwa underspin combo for panfish and jigging and rigging walleyes and a Daiwa spincast combo for trolling and casting for walleye and pike. It brought back memories of my own Zebco 202 and 404 combos back in the day when I was just a boy, fishing sunnies, crappies and pike with my dad and brother on Otter Lake, Lake Ripley and Lake Melissa.
The challenge would be to make fishing exciting enough to hold the imagination of a seven year-old who hasn’t grown up camping and fishing every weekend of the summer like I had the good fortune of doing. Although there are some fantastic panfish lakes in the area, I was hoping to make an unforgettable impact with this first day out with me. When Wyatt saw pictures from last year’s fall fishing on Leech Lake, he was amazed and asked if we were fishing on the ocean! Weighing all the factors and the area fishing reports, it was clear the decision had to be Upper Red Lake.
We made the hour drive mid-day for an afternoon and evening of fishing, hoping that the ridiculously tremendous fishing reports from the big lake held true. A southwest wind picked up along the drive, and by 2 o’clock the five of us, Wyatt, my sister, Val, my 71 year-old mother, Lorraine, Bill, and myself, piled into the Lund and headed up the Tamarack River to join the congregation of boats along the 5-7 foot breakline just outside the mouth of the river. Now, the trick would be holding the boat in line with countless other fishermen, occasional three-foot rollers, five lines, and two novice fishermen. Let the circus commence!
I say two novice fishermen because, even though my mother was usually right there with us back in the day of my boyhood summer fishing, at 71 she hasn’t fished much in recent years and some of that uncanny sense of usually putting the men to shame by catching the biggest fish of the day had diminished with age. But when she showed up for the weekend with her tackle box, life jacket, and Abu Garcia combo I had given her for Mother’s Day a few years back, I knew she was ready for some fishing.
We tried a few drifts jigging with spottails and fatheads, but with the wind pushing us too fast to hold a spot for very long and the improbability of five lines negotiating a drift sock, I decided to have Bill deploy the anchor. I should correct myself when I say five lines because for the first two hours of the afternoon there were only four lines cast from the boat. Between assisting Wyatt, my mother, holding the boat in line, and netting the first few fish of the day, I didn’t bother pulling my rod from the locker.
After realizing the jigging technique was not going to work for Wyatt, I switched him over to a slip-bobber and helped him work on his casting – and watching. As Wyatt reeled in his line for another cast, the third fish of the day, Wyatt’s first, hit the spottail at the end of his line. I’m not sure he set the hook – or if he even had to – as I turned to look when he nonchalantly said “hey, I got one….” One look at the little guy trying to crank the reel on the jerking, doubled-over rod at the back of the boat confirmed his guess. He fought that fish like a seasoned veteran and put the biggest fish of the day to that point, a 23 inch walleye, in the boat. With that fish I was left to believe that maybe this was going to work after all, and with Wyatt’s success on the slip-bobber I switched his grandma over to the same rig as well.
We put a couple more fish in the boat in that spot north of the river, but we were not setting the hook as frequently as those around us. Plus the anchor was not holding in the face of the rollers, and a thunderhead was building behind the southwest winds and looked like it was heading straight for us. So we pulled up the anchor and tried to move out of the way of the storm into a roomier spot south of the river. The anchor held and with the boat secure and everyone versed in the catching of a walleye, I finally had a chance to get a line wet.
The catching started to pick up pace as the storm grew nearer and a parade of boats headed up the channel for the access. Whether we were one of the handful of boats left with dangling bait or the intensity of the fish was hastened by the storm I’m not sure, but soon we couldn’t keep the eyes off of our hooks; doubles and triples ensued. In fact, it now became a question of who was going to be able to get the net. There was no real strategy to the fishing at this point as I was simply dropping my line directly over the side of the boat to the frenzied eyes below. We probably should have joined the parade of boats headed for the safety of the access, but the fishing had turned into the kind of fishing you don’t see everyday, and only then with a great deal of luck. We kept a close watch on the storm that ended up only just clipping us with a brief shower as it passed; behind it was warm sunshine and calmer seas.
By 6 PM we were running low on bait, the parade of boats – or the evening shift – had made their way back onto the lake, Wyatt was taking breaks between putting lunker picture fish in the boat by sticking his head over the side to splash water on his face, and I had long since lost count of how many fish we had hooked into! A livewell count left us four slot-fish short of the Upper Red Lake three fish limit per angler, so we fished on until we ran out of bait. In the end, we were reusing salvaged minnows from previous catches as the fishing – or catching – continued to be unstoppable. When the salvaged minnows ran out, Bill and I switched to bare jigs with twister tails and still hooked up with hungry walleyes, though my mother wasn’t having the same luck with an inanimate gummy bear below her slip-bobber….
We wrapped up at 7 PM one shy of a limit of fresh slot-fish walleye to send home with my crew and an estimate of about 80-100 walleyes caught in less than five hours! We rolled in back at the ranch before nightfall. It was the best day the new boat had ever seen, one of the best fishing days ever, and I’m fortunate enough to have shared it with family and friends. An amazing day of fishing and lifetime memories for all ages.
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Thanks for sharing your story. A bunch of us are starting to research a fishing trip to Canada and this one will be sent to all my buddies in hopes that we can nail down something soon, before we see $5 gas. 😦
River Walleye Fishing
Looks like a pretty good day and some nice fish. I need to get out on a lake or a river and spend some time. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, and your pictures remind me how much fun it can be.
Sounds – and looks – like you all had an awesome day! 80-100 fish will make anybody happy! Hope the little guy is hooked for life, now!