It’s here! Fall has really arrived and it’s time to shift out of the wardrobe. Time for camo and time for warmth, and maybe some waterproofing, too. We knew it would come but we’re never quite ready for it. Maybe I will speak for myself, sorry. It might have something to do with age, something to do with a really busy schedule, but whatever the case I do have my work cut out for me in October. Lots of preparation and hopefully some execution.
There are people that live for fishing tournaments and just can’t get enough of the competitiveness and everything else that goes along with fishing them. And I’m sure there are others that don’t want anything to do with them but still enjoy the sport and everything that goes along with it. I find myself somewhere in between. As a fishing guide, it’s been said many times: “We fish a tournament everyday.” That’s about what it is, as we need to produce everyday or do something to keep those customers coming back.
Year around sports, homework up the kazoo and smart phones! And then we wonder why were are not getting enough kids involved in the “other” outdoor sports. Times have changes, that is for sure. We still have choices and I am thankful that I chose the hunting route when I was in school. I could have either played football on Friday nights or got an early jump on the trip to southwestern Minnesota with my dad and brother every weekend so I could either be on stand, in the duck slough or ready to rump some roosters the next morning.
Good morning! Some of you are out on stand this a.m. with bow and arrow looking for a deer and I’m sure some of you are out wandering around the woods trying to put a bead on a grouse. I hope your trip to the woods is safe and successful. Last Saturday a.m. I was in the duck blind on Thief Lake with two boys, Grant and Jared, and also cameraman Kyle Peterson and his dog Satch, and about 40 yards to our left (9 o’clock) was another blind with Greg Qvale, his dog Flint, cameraman and WLIO producer Ryan DeChaine and 13-year-old Carlie.
Being a part of the boat building process is very rewarding. This is my second season running a Larson FX 2020T fishing boat and the first season for two of our other guides, Bruce Meinz and Nick Miltimore. Larson has been building boats for 101 years and is now in the fishing boat business. I am not sure why it took almost 100 years to start building fishing boats, but I will tell you that we are very pleased with the product.
The other night I had a couple of hours that weren’t earmarked so my son Mac and I hopped in a canoe and paddled around on a small area lake in search of giant bucket mouths. A bucket mouth is another name for the largemouth bass. This is PRIME time for bass, they are scarfing down anything that comes by their bucket. It was a gorgeous night and rubber frogs were our bait of choice. We were the bait of choice for a deer fly or two and Mac got drilled the worst, on top of his big toe — ”itchy” and distracting!
Our bow fishing trip to the Illinois River was something else! Ryan Dechaine, Kyle Peterson and myself road tripped over there last Wednesday, hunted/fished/filmed all day on Thursday and came home Friday. It was one heck of a trip and one that I rank right up there with some of the most fun I have had on the water or in the woods.
When you spend the majority of your time in the outdoors like I do, you see some pretty cool things. Over the past 10 days I have seen a couple of things that are new to the list. First of all I was on a trip with Ross Boring (who by the way does not fit the definition of the word, by any stretch) and his two grandsons, Jordan and Jason. We were working a stretch of shoreline in Wilson Bay on the south end of Gull Lake and catching a mixed bag of fish.
August already? Hard to believe! It sure has felt more like September and I think the walleyes think so, too. The fishing has really picked up and this always makes it way more fun to be on the water and our customers like it much better, too. I am way easier to get along with when the fish are active!
As I was out on the water the other morning, my family was out in the Wallin’s strawberry patch just east of Nisswa. I got home and the jam was already made, a lot of jam!