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TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
Walked down to the River this evening. Mason, my 10 year old, came
along. We only took one rod. While he was playing on the swings and talking to some friends I fished my way up to the bridge by the park. Started out with a deerhair diver. Nada. Switched to a simple fly with a gold conehead, black ice chenille body and black marabou tail. Took a small walleye on the first cast. As I slowly cast upstream toward the bridge I kept taking an occasional fish. All walleyes except for one small bass. Then standing almost directly below the bridge I kept swinging the fly through a fast run followed by a waist deep dropoff. Took fish after fish. Decided to keep the biggest and strung him up on a elm branch after bopping him on the head. Shortly thereafter Mason showed up and waded over to me. The first swing resulted in a strike. I passed the rod to Mason. He brought him qickly to my hand. He was probably legal (+15"), but, since I didn't have a tape, we let him go. A couple swings later and I hooked another fish. I could tell this one was bigger. Handing Mason the rod I watched as the fish put a deep bend in the 7 weight. After a few short runs he managed to bring it into reach and I waded to shore with the 20" fish. Bopped him too. We returned to our spot and after losing the fly to a nice fish, kept on fishing until dark. Wasn't counting but I can say with certainty that we caught more walleye in that half hour of fishing than I've ever caught any time before. Unbelievable. It was dark and my second conehead fly was falling apart from all the teeth so we packed it up. I pushed Mason's bike while he carried the rod and fish. The kids next door were looking out their window as we came home and ran outside in their pajamas to admire his catch. I left him there and pushed his bike to the porch. Ten minutes later he came in, big grin on his face and we laid the fish out. The dogs were very interested. I did my usual butchery on the poor things but got four fair fillets from them. They're in the fridge now, waiting to be cooked for breakfast. I'm obviously not much of a walleye fisherman and I'll never be addicted to their fight. But this was a great way to finish out Mason's last Sunday of summer vacation and a great way for his Dad to spend it too. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0088a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0090a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0091a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0095a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0106a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0101a-1.jpg hth Geo. C. |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
George Cleveland wrote:
Walked down to the River this evening. Mason, my 10 year old, came along. We only took one rod. While he was playing on the swings and talking to some friends I fished my way up to the bridge by the park. Started out with a deerhair diver. Nada. Switched to a simple fly with a gold conehead, black ice chenille body and black marabou tail. Took a small walleye on the first cast. As I slowly cast upstream toward the bridge I kept taking an occasional fish. All walleyes except for one small bass. Then standing almost directly below the bridge I kept swinging the fly through a fast run followed by a waist deep dropoff. Took fish after fish. Decided to keep the biggest and strung him up on a elm branch after bopping him on the head. Shortly thereafter Mason showed up and waded over to me. The first swing resulted in a strike. I passed the rod to Mason. He brought him qickly to my hand. He was probably legal (+15"), but, since I didn't have a tape, we let him go. A couple swings later and I hooked another fish. I could tell this one was bigger. Handing Mason the rod I watched as the fish put a deep bend in the 7 weight. After a few short runs he managed to bring it into reach and I waded to shore with the 20" fish. Bopped him too. We returned to our spot and after losing the fly to a nice fish, kept on fishing until dark. Wasn't counting but I can say with certainty that we caught more walleye in that half hour of fishing than I've ever caught any time before. Unbelievable. It was dark and my second conehead fly was falling apart from all the teeth so we packed it up. I pushed Mason's bike while he carried the rod and fish. The kids next door were looking out their window as we came home and ran outside in their pajamas to admire his catch. I left him there and pushed his bike to the porch. Ten minutes later he came in, big grin on his face and we laid the fish out. The dogs were very interested. I did my usual butchery on the poor things but got four fair fillets from them. They're in the fridge now, waiting to be cooked for breakfast. I'm obviously not much of a walleye fisherman and I'll never be addicted to their fight. But this was a great way to finish out Mason's last Sunday of summer vacation and a great way for his Dad to spend it too. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0088a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0090a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0091a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0095a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0106a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0101a-1.jpg hth Geo. C. Very, very nice, George. Thanks for that. Russell |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
On Aug 31, 9:09*pm, George Cleveland
wrote: Totally Kool. Dave |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
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TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
Wonderful TR, and even more wonderful pictures. Mason will never
forget that day. Question: I've never eaten walleye. How are they compared to, say, bass or trout? Dave |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
Dave LaCourse wrote:
Wonderful TR, and even more wonderful pictures. Mason will never forget that day. Seconded. Thanks for the great TR, George. Question: I've never eaten walleye. How are they compared to, say, bass or trout? Walleye is the best freshwater fish for eating in my never humble opinion followed by bluegill, crappie, and catfish. Trout is down the list and bass is almost rock bottom on the edible scale. I will eat trout but hardly ever do I bother with bass. -- Ken Fortenberry |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
George Cleveland wrote:
Walked down to the River this evening. Mason, my 10 year old, came along. We only took one rod. While he was playing on the swings and talking to some friends I fished my way up to the bridge by the park. Started out with a deerhair diver. Nada. Switched to a simple fly with a gold conehead, black ice chenille body and black marabou tail. Took a small walleye on the first cast. As I slowly cast upstream toward the bridge I kept taking an occasional fish. All walleyes except for one small bass. Then standing almost directly below the bridge I kept swinging the fly through a fast run followed by a waist deep dropoff. Took fish after fish. Decided to keep the biggest and strung him up on a elm branch after bopping him on the head. Shortly thereafter Mason showed up and waded over to me. The first swing resulted in a strike. I passed the rod to Mason. He brought him qickly to my hand. He was probably legal (+15"), but, since I didn't have a tape, we let him go. A couple swings later and I hooked another fish. I could tell this one was bigger. Handing Mason the rod I watched as the fish put a deep bend in the 7 weight. After a few short runs he managed to bring it into reach and I waded to shore with the 20" fish. Bopped him too. We returned to our spot and after losing the fly to a nice fish, kept on fishing until dark. Wasn't counting but I can say with certainty that we caught more walleye in that half hour of fishing than I've ever caught any time before. Unbelievable. It was dark and my second conehead fly was falling apart from all the teeth so we packed it up. I pushed Mason's bike while he carried the rod and fish. The kids next door were looking out their window as we came home and ran outside in their pajamas to admire his catch. I left him there and pushed his bike to the porch. Ten minutes later he came in, big grin on his face and we laid the fish out. The dogs were very interested. I did my usual butchery on the poor things but got four fair fillets from them. They're in the fridge now, waiting to be cooked for breakfast. I'm obviously not much of a walleye fisherman and I'll never be addicted to their fight. But this was a great way to finish out Mason's last Sunday of summer vacation and a great way for his Dad to spend it too. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0088a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0090a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0091a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0095a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0106a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0101a-1.jpg hth Geo. C. Very nice Thanks and thanks for sharing the photos I will have to send sopme in of my grandchidren catching our rainbows Walleye is top of my list for eating fish Lightly breaded YUM! If you have any left over - I'M coming Thanks again Fred |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
George Cleveland wrote:
Walked down to the River this evening. Mason, my 10 year old, came along. We only took one rod. While he was playing on the swings and talking to some friends I fished my way up to the bridge by the park. Started out with a deerhair diver. Nada. Switched to a simple fly with a gold conehead, black ice chenille body and black marabou tail. Took a small walleye on the first cast. As I slowly cast upstream toward the bridge I kept taking an occasional fish. All walleyes except for one small bass. Then standing almost directly below the bridge I kept swinging the fly through a fast run followed by a waist deep dropoff. Took fish after fish. Decided to keep the biggest and strung him up on a elm branch after bopping him on the head. Shortly thereafter Mason showed up and waded over to me. The first swing resulted in a strike. I passed the rod to Mason. He brought him qickly to my hand. He was probably legal (+15"), but, since I didn't have a tape, we let him go. A couple swings later and I hooked another fish. I could tell this one was bigger. Handing Mason the rod I watched as the fish put a deep bend in the 7 weight. After a few short runs he managed to bring it into reach and I waded to shore with the 20" fish. Bopped him too. We returned to our spot and after losing the fly to a nice fish, kept on fishing until dark. Wasn't counting but I can say with certainty that we caught more walleye in that half hour of fishing than I've ever caught any time before. Unbelievable. It was dark and my second conehead fly was falling apart from all the teeth so we packed it up. I pushed Mason's bike while he carried the rod and fish. The kids next door were looking out their window as we came home and ran outside in their pajamas to admire his catch. I left him there and pushed his bike to the porch. Ten minutes later he came in, big grin on his face and we laid the fish out. The dogs were very interested. I did my usual butchery on the poor things but got four fair fillets from them. They're in the fridge now, waiting to be cooked for breakfast. I'm obviously not much of a walleye fisherman and I'll never be addicted to their fight. But this was a great way to finish out Mason's last Sunday of summer vacation and a great way for his Dad to spend it too. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0088a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0090a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0091a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0095a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0106a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0101a-1.jpg hth Geo. C. while the fish are fine indeed...especially the joy of the pursuit and the shared capture...if there is a finer fishing adventure than one shared with a son (or daughter)...well, the "great mystery" would not be worthy of attention or attempts at solution. hard to believe that sturdy young fisherman is the same child i shared a smile with in wisconsin some years ago (thanks again to wolfgang). is he tying too? as ever...thanks george. jeff |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
On Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:36:27 -0400, jeff
wrote: George Cleveland wrote: Walked down to the River this evening. Mason, my 10 year old, came along. We only took one rod. While he was playing on the swings and talking to some friends I fished my way up to the bridge by the park. Started out with a deerhair diver. Nada. Switched to a simple fly with a gold conehead, black ice chenille body and black marabou tail. Took a small walleye on the first cast. As I slowly cast upstream toward the bridge I kept taking an occasional fish. All walleyes except for one small bass. Then standing almost directly below the bridge I kept swinging the fly through a fast run followed by a waist deep dropoff. Took fish after fish. Decided to keep the biggest and strung him up on a elm branch after bopping him on the head. Shortly thereafter Mason showed up and waded over to me. The first swing resulted in a strike. I passed the rod to Mason. He brought him qickly to my hand. He was probably legal (+15"), but, since I didn't have a tape, we let him go. A couple swings later and I hooked another fish. I could tell this one was bigger. Handing Mason the rod I watched as the fish put a deep bend in the 7 weight. After a few short runs he managed to bring it into reach and I waded to shore with the 20" fish. Bopped him too. We returned to our spot and after losing the fly to a nice fish, kept on fishing until dark. Wasn't counting but I can say with certainty that we caught more walleye in that half hour of fishing than I've ever caught any time before. Unbelievable. It was dark and my second conehead fly was falling apart from all the teeth so we packed it up. I pushed Mason's bike while he carried the rod and fish. The kids next door were looking out their window as we came home and ran outside in their pajamas to admire his catch. I left him there and pushed his bike to the porch. Ten minutes later he came in, big grin on his face and we laid the fish out. The dogs were very interested. I did my usual butchery on the poor things but got four fair fillets from them. They're in the fridge now, waiting to be cooked for breakfast. I'm obviously not much of a walleye fisherman and I'll never be addicted to their fight. But this was a great way to finish out Mason's last Sunday of summer vacation and a great way for his Dad to spend it too. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0088a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0090a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0091a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0095a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0106a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0101a-1.jpg hth Geo. C. while the fish are fine indeed...especially the joy of the pursuit and the shared capture...if there is a finer fishing adventure than one shared with a son (or daughter)...well, the "great mystery" would not be worthy of attention or attempts at solution. hard to believe that sturdy young fisherman is the same child i shared a smile with in wisconsin some years ago (thanks again to wolfgang). is he tying too? as ever...thanks george. jeff Yep. It was a great evening. He's not tying yet but this particular fly that worked last night would be a good one for him to sart with. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0114a-1.jpg And you're welcome Jeff. Geo. C. |
TR- Last Sunday of Summer Vacation
On Sep 2, 10:00*am, George Cleveland
wrote: On Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:36:27 -0400, jeff wrote: George Cleveland wrote: Walked down to the River this evening. Mason, my 10 year old, *came along. We only took one rod. While he was playing on the swings and talking to some friends I fished my way up to the bridge by the park. Started out with a deerhair diver. Nada. Switched to a simple fly with a gold conehead, black ice chenille body and black marabou tail. Took a small walleye on the first cast. As I slowly cast upstream toward the bridge I kept taking an occasional fish. All walleyes except for one small bass. Then standing almost directly below the bridge I kept swinging the fly through a fast run followed by a waist deep dropoff. Took fish after fish. Decided to keep the biggest and strung him up on a elm branch after bopping him on the head. Shortly thereafter Mason showed up and waded over to me. The first swing resulted in a strike. I passed the rod to Mason. He brought him qickly to my hand. He was probably legal (+15"), but, since I didn't have a tape, we let him go. A couple swings later and I hooked another fish. I could tell this one was bigger. Handing Mason the rod I watched as the fish put a deep bend in the 7 weight. After a few short runs he managed to bring it into reach and I waded to shore with the 20" fish. Bopped him too. We returned to our spot and after losing the fly to a nice fish, kept on fishing until dark. Wasn't counting but I can say with certainty that we caught more walleye in that half hour of fishing than I've ever caught any time before. Unbelievable. It was dark and my second conehead fly was falling apart from all the teeth so we packed it up. I pushed Mason's bike while he carried the rod and fish. The kids next door were looking out their window as we came home and ran outside in their pajamas to admire his catch. I left him there and pushed his bike to the porch. Ten minutes later he came in, big grin on his face and we laid the fish out. The dogs were very interested. I did my usual butchery on the poor things but got four fair fillets from them. They're in the fridge now, waiting to be cooked for breakfast. I'm obviously not much of a walleye fisherman and I'll never be addicted to their fight. But this was a great way to finish out Mason's last Sunday of summer vacation and a great way for his Dad to spend it too. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0088a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0090a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0091a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2..._0095a-1-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0106a-1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0101a-1.jpg hth Geo. C. * while the fish are fine indeed...especially the joy of the pursuit and the shared capture...if there is a finer fishing adventure than one shared with a son (or daughter)...well, the "great mystery" would not be worthy of attention or attempts at solution. *hard to believe that sturdy young fisherman is the same child i shared a smile with in wisconsin some years ago (thanks again to wolfgang). *is he tying too? as ever...thanks george. jeff Yep. It was a great evening. *He's not tying yet but this particular fly that worked last night would be a good one for him to sart with. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...MG_0114a-1.jpg And you're welcome Jeff. Geo. C.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Interesting vice. --riverman (curious to know what finger that is) |
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