Cabin fever has had it’s maddening grip on me for at least a month. Long hours working and sick kid’s noses to keep blowing. Motrin, Kleenex and ginger ale are always the top three items on the grocery list. The wife ran out for supplies and forgot the Ginger Ale. RATS! I saw my chance to break for the river and I took it. “Sure honey, you don’t have to go back out into the cold - I’ll go out and get the ginger ale. See ya later – alligator.”
It was nice to finally get to do some fishing even though the weather was less than desirable. The wife was good to me at Christmas and surprised me with the 100mph BassPro Gore-Tex fishing jacket. This jacket was made for days like this. Hit the garage door opener and grabbed the #1 pole and put it in the back seat. Quick look in the trunk for the bucket the serves as my quick stash for jigs & grubs. Everything still in its place: needle nose pliers for those toothy walleyes, mini-mag light for retying jigs when the sun goes down and of course the best fisherman’s tool ever invented – the toe nail clippers. We’ll leave the waders handing on the wall tonight.
4:30pm headed west on Route 126 for Yorkville. Rolling country hills peppered with black angus. Man I love the country. It will be a shame when urban sprawl flattens this pretty country. Development should stop after I move in – right?
Arrived in Yorkville at 5:00pm. The sign on the bank said 36 degrees while the cold wind was beginning to churn up some snow. Thought it had to be 32 degrees for that? Got down to the river to cast from shore hoping some walleyes might be interested. The wind and snow began to pick up in intensity. I have had some of my best walleye fishing in driving snow. I was dressed for the weather and ready to go. This wasn’t driving snow? Snow doesn’t sting when it hits your face? This was driving ice.
I made a few casts before I realized that the hood to my jacket was unzipped and setting in the trunk of the car. Pondered the potential benefits of the hat and made a few more casts. Time to scurry back to the car to get the hood. All better now. I fished until 6:15pm and decided I’d better find the ginger ale before I get in too much trouble. I didn’t catch any fish. Don’t even think I had one hit. Did see three fish break water just to keep my interest up. All things considered, it sure was nice to fish.
Razzo
It was nice to finally get to do some fishing even though the weather was less than desirable. The wife was good to me at Christmas and surprised me with the 100mph BassPro Gore-Tex fishing jacket. This jacket was made for days like this. Hit the garage door opener and grabbed the #1 pole and put it in the back seat. Quick look in the trunk for the bucket the serves as my quick stash for jigs & grubs. Everything still in its place: needle nose pliers for those toothy walleyes, mini-mag light for retying jigs when the sun goes down and of course the best fisherman’s tool ever invented – the toe nail clippers. We’ll leave the waders handing on the wall tonight.
4:30pm headed west on Route 126 for Yorkville. Rolling country hills peppered with black angus. Man I love the country. It will be a shame when urban sprawl flattens this pretty country. Development should stop after I move in – right?
Arrived in Yorkville at 5:00pm. The sign on the bank said 36 degrees while the cold wind was beginning to churn up some snow. Thought it had to be 32 degrees for that? Got down to the river to cast from shore hoping some walleyes might be interested. The wind and snow began to pick up in intensity. I have had some of my best walleye fishing in driving snow. I was dressed for the weather and ready to go. This wasn’t driving snow? Snow doesn’t sting when it hits your face? This was driving ice.
I made a few casts before I realized that the hood to my jacket was unzipped and setting in the trunk of the car. Pondered the potential benefits of the hat and made a few more casts. Time to scurry back to the car to get the hood. All better now. I fished until 6:15pm and decided I’d better find the ginger ale before I get in too much trouble. I didn’t catch any fish. Don’t even think I had one hit. Did see three fish break water just to keep my interest up. All things considered, it sure was nice to fish.
Razzo
