For the last three years, each ice season one of my goals was to catch a laker through the ice. There were a couple close calls...a few almosts and even a "I guess its technically a laker"
But not really. I wont say that I had given up...but I had become somewhat "realistic" (we'll use that word) about the odds of success with the opportunities I have. To be honest, as much as I wanted a laker on any given Sunday when I was able to get out I'd rather catch a bunch of fish.
Today no compromises...I would target trout start to finish. It was easier to say that this weekend since I knew I'd be out again on Sunday. Sunday I coud play with the perchies...or crappie...or anything. Sunday I could catch a bunch of fish. Today was laker day.
I set up on a long point sloping into deep water. There were a few shacks and others on the lateral up-slopes but I tried to follow the top of point; I drilled a line of holes along it - checked the first one: 4ft. (oops)...next one 12...22...30...55...70...HOLY CRAP DEEP.
I started at 55 with a jigging spoon...after a few minutes there was a little flicker but no bars on the Vex. So rigged up the setline and dropped a minnow to leave there while I worked the next hole....as it slowly fell a bar appeared closing in on the bait. At 45' the two tracks merged and THUNK!!! Fish On...textbook. I got him up the hole and eased his head in...he made it half way through and was stuck.
"Lord...need some help here"
"Do you want that fish or not?"
I wanted him...so I lipped him...bare handed.
ANy blood you see in the background is mine, not the fish's, and you babies can stop whining about your bass thumbs.
But...after 3 years numerous trips and more money than I care admit...Saskie's Laker quest is OVER!!!