StiksnStrings
06-04-2021, 07:20 PM
Went up to Calling lake for a couple a days with some buddies for our annual trip for the opener there and the fishing was great. First day out was really rough water ( we are in 14' tinners) but, none stop action throughout the day and evening. Around 8ish I hooked into a nice one and after a short fight my personal best walleye comes to the boat. A quick picture, back into the water and she swims away. I thought that made the trip being my biggest walleye but, there was more to come.
We fished the next morning/afternoon and the bite was still hot but, I needed a break (dislocated my shoulder end of March) so it was back to camp for dinner. We got a late start that evening, 8ish but, the water was like glass and the walleye were biting. I had lost two crankbaits to the bottom when, I thought I'd snagged bottom again when my line went sideways. It didn't take me long to realize I was hooked onto something big. When my line was straight down beside the boat I reminded myself "this is were most of them are lost". Slowly and gently I brought her up and my bud netted her. I remember thinking she barely fit in the net. Again, a quick picture and a measurement and back she went. She was slow to recover so we gave time and in a bit she gave a hard kick and down she went. Seeing her swim down and away was the best part of the trip. You could not wipe the smile off my face, never caught such a fish.
Pictures don't do the fish justice but, I'll remember the trip well.
We fished the next morning/afternoon and the bite was still hot but, I needed a break (dislocated my shoulder end of March) so it was back to camp for dinner. We got a late start that evening, 8ish but, the water was like glass and the walleye were biting. I had lost two crankbaits to the bottom when, I thought I'd snagged bottom again when my line went sideways. It didn't take me long to realize I was hooked onto something big. When my line was straight down beside the boat I reminded myself "this is were most of them are lost". Slowly and gently I brought her up and my bud netted her. I remember thinking she barely fit in the net. Again, a quick picture and a measurement and back she went. She was slow to recover so we gave time and in a bit she gave a hard kick and down she went. Seeing her swim down and away was the best part of the trip. You could not wipe the smile off my face, never caught such a fish.
Pictures don't do the fish justice but, I'll remember the trip well.