Sew-'em-up bugs

Sew-'em-up bugs

Squadrons of blue and black sew-'em-up bugs,
as my Grandma used to call 'em,
Dart and fly and soar above
the pool where the spot-tails swim

Black-red flake Senko lands near the rushes
three-ought hook, rigged Texas style
Sinking, wiggling slowly in the water
Bam! A four-pound bass makes me smile

Fire up the Merc Verado motor
moving to a different spot
Rod bends in half with the walleye's weight
The battle under the bright sun, hot

Later catching perch on Fireball jigs
ambushing them where they lay
I spend the afternoon on Leech Lake, another
multi-species fishing day

July 7, 2009 -- At Leech Lake

Lon Chaney, Jr. in the 1941 Universal Pictures movie, The Wolfman.

I had invited Noel Hancock, one of our Otter Tail Peninsula neighbors, to stop by for coffee this morning, and at about 10:15 a.m. he arrived.

As we drank our coffee I began to ask Noel his advice on how to repair some damage that had been done this past winter to one of the retaining walls in our harbor. After a couple of cups of java, we were adequately charged to take our discussion on site and headed down to the harbor.

We discussed numerous options, but I think we have one that should work. As for next steps, I need to locate some low-priced concrete and weather-treated 2X6 wood.

When Noel left, I did some chores around the house, ate some lunch, and then at 1:15 p.m. I decided to go fishing. I started my afternoon adventure in "the flats," a stretch of sand and gravel with little depth change between Duck and Second Duck Points. I positioned the boat in 14-18 feet of water and started fishing.

On this afternoon my initial method of fishing for walleye was the use of a baitcasting reel, an in-line keel weight and the snell on the end of which I'd tied a Mustad Slow-Death hook. Above the hook I had added a few beads and a willow blade for extra flash. On the end of the Slow-Death hook I put a fat and juicy nightcrawler. I lowered the rig into the water, set my electric trolling motor on 25, which moved the boat at just under 1 mph.

The temperature today on the lake was 76 degrees, the wind was from the SSE at 5-8 mph, the sky was mostly sunny and the water temperature was 75 degrees.

I caught a few perch on my Slow-Death rig, but no walleye. I decided to change tactics, targeted species, and location. I started up my Mercury Verado motor and sped off toward the reeds in front of Norm's cabin.

Once there, I took out another baitcasting rod and reel, this one had a double-bladed spinner bait tied on. I started casting the spinner bait into 5 feet of water along the edge of the reeds. I moved slowly north, letting the south wind push my boat. I used my electric trolling motor only to keep the boat positioned correctly.

From Norm's to Schiebe's I casted my spinner bait, and on three different occasions I hooked into largemouth bass. The second fish I caught skied out of the water at least 2 feet before landing with a splash, and not once did it let up the fight.

Content with a nice battle with largemouth bass, I decided to relocate to "The Point," a spot in 14 feet of water that stretches from Malay's house to our cabin. I had brought with me the Leech Lake minnows that I had captured in my seining net a couple of days ago, and planned to use them in my pursuit of walleye.

My Northland Fireball jig and minnow attracted numerous perch, three northern pike, all of which were more than 20", and one nice walleye. The walleye, as is typical of that breed of fish, took the bait in so slowly that I felt only a small weight on the end of the line. I let out a little line so that the walleye would take the bait completely into its mouth, and then I set the hook.

Immediately I knew I had a good fish on the line because my St. Croix rod bent in half. I battled with the fish for a minute or two before getting to the side of the boat. I spotted the walleye, and it must have spotted the boat because it made a run for the bottom of the lake.

The time it took to reel the fish back to the surface gave me enough of a window to step to the front of the boat, grab my landing net, and then move back to the back of the boat where I planned to net the fish. With rod in one hand and net in the other, I scooped up the fish and brought it aboard.

I easily removed the jig from the side of its mouth and placed the fish on the ruler for a quick measurement. The fish stretched out to 20 1/2". A beautiful Leech Lake walleye, but in the slot requiring that I put it back into the lake.

I admired the fish for a moment, then gently released it back into the water unharmed. I marked the spot with a waypoint on my Lowrance electronics because I have a feeling that that particular fish is not the only walleye in this area.

I came ashore at 5:15 p.m. after nearly 4 hours on the lake. I had caught numerous perch, several pike, 3 big largemouth bass and one beautiful walleye. Truly an afternoon of multi-species fishing.

At 9:15 p.m., I went back out onto Sucker Bay to do some evening trolling for walleye.

By 10:00 p.m. the full moon had risen high enough in the sky to clear the tree line and shine its bright white light onto the dark waters of Leech Lake.

I was making a big, slow turn off Second Duck Point when I felt the familiar tug of fish on the end of my line. I put the motor in neutral and began reeling in the fish. The wind was coming from the north this evening at 8 mph, so with the motor idling, the boat began to turn.

My line became momentarily caught around the motor and I thought I would lose the fish. But after freeing my line from the cover of the Verado motor, I felt that weight of the fish still there. I reeled it up to the side of the boat, lowered the net into the water, and scooped up a beautiful walleye.

I could right away it was close to being a keeper for me -- between 16 1/2" and 17 1/2". As often happens with walleye once they are netted, this fish spit the hook and was free in the net. I picked it up, laid it down on the ruler and found that it was indeed 17 1/2". I measured it a second time just make sure, then carefully put it in the livewell.

I fished for another 45 minutes, and while I had 3 hit and misses, I was unable to catch any other fish.

Once back at the boat lift, I again measured the walleye and it was still 17 1/2". I debated if I should keep it or not, and in the end decided to put it back into the lake. I am not a meat-hunting FIB who keeps every walleye possible (like the guy at Birch Ridge Resort who kept the 9" walleye the other day).

One 17 1/2" walleye is more fish than one person could, or should, eat in one meal. With luck, that walleye will be in the slot by the end of the year and will grow to be in excess of 26".

After staring at the full moon all evening long, I decided to come inside and watch the old 1941 Universal Pictures version of The Wolfman, starring Lon Chaney Jr. What better way to end another great day, and night, at Leech Lake.