For the remainder of the trip, we all split up our times out on the water in whichever boats were available and even had some opportunities for getting our rod tips wet in the canal just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the cabins. There will be more to come about the fish we caught in the canal.
We still had access to the pontoon on Thursday, so we ended up getting a crew of 7 of us to head out on the lake. A couple of fish were brought into the boat, but nothing to really crow about as bass season wasn’t quite upon us and the Northern Pike and Walleye that were hitting our lines weren’t quite grown up yet. As for myself, I had some opportunities to feed the fish, and even had a nice sized bass up to the boat but ended up spitting out the hook before we could net him.
I remember being able to wake up early enough on Friday with my dad before any of the other guys were awake. My dad and I got our gear together, filled the cooler, and hit the lake for an early morning run and a chance to catch up on some good conversation. My dad caught the first pencil pike, not quite big enough to bring in and filet. I caught a great shot of him with the fish on my camera, he let him free, and we kept on fishing. Not long after, I remember feeling a hit on my line and setting the hook nicely. Now, usually, a fish will tend to run away once they hook on, but this time was different. I felt the fish began running toward the boat and up to the surface. I had to reel in fast to try and keep the line taut and the fish on. About 10 feet away from the boat, he surfaced and spit out the hook before I had the chance to reel him all the way in. I turned to look at my dad barely dodging the spat lure and laughed, telling him that I need to at least get a fish in the boat so I could get photo evidence that I actually caught something.
Not long after, I was finally able to get one in the boat. It was another little pike, but the fight was exhilarating. Can’t call me an “O’fer” this year. It was getting close to lunchtime, and we had the only available boat as the resort owners needed to take the motor for the other boat in for repairs. Plus, the pontoon was rented out by other guests. So, we figured that we should head on in and give some of the other guys an opportunity to get out on the lake. As I was scarfing down lunch in the main cabin with the windows open, I heard a commotion over by the canal. Then, I noticed Steven running toward the cabin, crowing, “O got a huge walleye!” I had to see it for my own eyes as O has been known to tell quite the fish stories with no actual evidence to back himself up.