Much of my fishing lately has been on the fly and focused on fish that
Sam has a pretty good feel on the Indiana trout and salmon fishing world, so when he suggested hitting the harbor in Michigan City I didn't argue. So grabbed a couple of set ups that I haven't used in quite a while, but was quite familiar with - spinning reels, bobbers, and bait. Our plan/goal was to catch a few fish with the bait and bobber method and then grab the fly rods and see if we could get a few that way.
When we got out to the harbor, the winds were blowing very hard and we knew that casting a fly would be challenge. Once we reached the actual fishing spot, we knew it would be impossible so we left the fly rods in the truck. As we walked, I noticed that there were at least forty other fisherman spread all along the harbor wall and their bobbers were no more than ten feet from the next guy. This was a classic example of the type of fishing that I usually can't stand and that I had hoped to avoid by going on a Monday. As we walked the wall, looking for a spot that had room for us to fish, we noticed a couple guys packing up so we took over. The folks that just left did so empty handed so I wasn't too optimistic about catching anything. As I scanned the wall, I noticed that pretty much everybody was empty handed so that really made me leery about wasting a gorgeous day here. Nevertheless, I had made the hour and a half drive so we decided that we would give it an an hour and if we got nothing, we would go hit the creeks.
|First of the day!|
|Fish three - time spent fishing so far..about 30 minutes|
|Sam's first of the day|
I was really hoping that my baitcasting set up would get hit because I wanted to test a theory of mine. Last fall, I had hooked several king salmon on that set up but could never land them. It felt as if the rod was a bit too stiff for them and kept either breaking line or ripping the hooks out of the fishes mouths. About five minutes later, I got to put that theory to the test when my bobber went down, and I exclaimed for the fourth time in less than an hour, "FISH ON!!!" The fish took off and was absolutely ripping yards of line when I felt the dreaded but expected pop. I reeled the line in and noticed the line hadn't broke but the hook had pulled out. My suspicions were confirmed and that rod was put away immediately.
|Number four for me!|
As awesome as I felt about the fish, I felt even better knowing that those two kids were about to hook into a fish and exclaim, "FISH ON!!!