Last weekend was the first weekend that walleyes were in season. Pan fish [such as crappies] are in season all year long. The lakes are filled with fishermen who are anxious to get the very best walleyes. So what do we do? We go on a weekend trip to fish for crappies.
John and Geri own the boat, and John's sister owns the cabin where we stayed, and Geri made almost all of the food, so they single-handedly ran the show this weekend. We are just glad they invited us along.
Connie and Mark - is it just me or does everyone look cold? The only way to distinguish people is by their coats. In the background you can almost see some of the 23 boats who shared this bay with us.
Here's Kevin with his big crappie. The crappies in the Twin Cities are big if they are 10 inches. We drove 3 hours so we could squeeze out another 5 inches - our biggest crappie topping out at 15 inches. Actually, Connie and I drove up together and missed one turn. Then we followed that up with several wrong turns and turned our drive into a 6 hour adventure.
Here's Kevin with a great northern who ate his hook. It looks more like a snake or an eel than a fish to me. Back into the lake for him.
Here's the wide mouth bass. It was big, but not in season so John threw him back. How do I know he is a 'him'? I have no idea how to tell the difference, but this one has sharp fins that won't hesitate to make you bleed, so I can only guess that it is a man. Let's not even approach the question of why John caught the biggest and the most fish....
John and Geri own the boat, and John's sister owns the cabin where we stayed, and Geri made almost all of the food, so they single-handedly ran the show this weekend. We are just glad they invited us along.
Connie and Mark - is it just me or does everyone look cold? The only way to distinguish people is by their coats. In the background you can almost see some of the 23 boats who shared this bay with us.
Here's Kevin with his big crappie. The crappies in the Twin Cities are big if they are 10 inches. We drove 3 hours so we could squeeze out another 5 inches - our biggest crappie topping out at 15 inches. Actually, Connie and I drove up together and missed one turn. Then we followed that up with several wrong turns and turned our drive into a 6 hour adventure.
Here's Kevin with a great northern who ate his hook. It looks more like a snake or an eel than a fish to me. Back into the lake for him.
Here's the wide mouth bass. It was big, but not in season so John threw him back. How do I know he is a 'him'? I have no idea how to tell the difference, but this one has sharp fins that won't hesitate to make you bleed, so I can only guess that it is a man. Let's not even approach the question of why John caught the biggest and the most fish....
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