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.

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

On Aug 31, 9:09*pm, George Cleveland
wrote:

Totally Kool.
Dave

wrote:
On Aug 31, 9:09 pm, George Cleveland
wrote:

Totally Kool.

What he said.

Fly fishing for walleyes in rivers. Who da thunk it?

Happy fisherkids always make good pics.

- JR

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

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

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

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

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.

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 -

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Interesting vice.

--riverman
(curious to know what finger that is)