Sunday, June 29, 2014

Night Fishing for Largemouth: June Reports

About a month ago I was asked if I wanted to head out and try night fishing for largemouth bass, and to be honest at first I was hesitant. In the past I had always reserved night fishing for catfish and carp. Catfish, in general, are primarily night time feeders so it just made sense, although there are exceptions (Pre-Spawn Flathead, Cold Water, etc.)  Bass fishing at night just seemed odd to me, it wasn't my comfort zone and I don't typically like breaking the mold....especially when I've been working to perfect that mold for several years. However, after a few back and forth text messages with Shawn Skidmore I felt compelled to head out and at least give it a shot. The fact that he sent me pictures of some giant bass he and his dad had caught made no difference....OK maybe they helped just a little. Here I'll share a couple reports very briefly, I am no expert on night time bass fishing so I won't pretend to be. Instead I'll let Shawn cover that topic in the near future. Here I'll simply share my experience on the water during my outings.


June 2

My first experience night fishing for bass occurred on June 2nd. We started our trip around 6:30pm, this gave us some time to check out the water and scout the lake a little. Shawn wasted very little time, landing nearly 20 bass on a popper before dark including one an ounce shy of four pounds.

I didn't do nearly as well, but I did pick up a few fish right before dark. At about 9pm we met up at the mouth of a small creek arm and went over our game plan. Shawn said that dark colored Jigs worked well, and to be honest that's all I needed to hear. I tied on a mop jig and chigger craw combo in blue and black and started working the banks....or at least where I thought the banks where. It was dark and all I could see is a little reflection off of a few lights from nearby houses. Some casts went a little long and landed in trees or in someones yard, others were several feet off of the bank. We kept our kayaks about 20 feet off of the banks and flipped our jigs along the rocky shorelines. It didn't take long for me to find a fish, a 15" largemouth that fell for the jig mere inches off of the bank. Ten minutes later Shawn had found another good fish, and again on the jig and craw combo.

We continued to work down the bank toward the deep end of the lake. Shawn landed another half a dozen bass behind me over the next two hours. I was starting to think he had switched to some secret bait, he had landed over 20 fish to my 3 on the trip. To be fair, he was comfortable with night fishing already and this was his favorite lake.

At 11:30pm I finally landed my second bass of the evening. I put my jig right on the bank and silently drug my jig into the water. I gave the jig a hop and immediately felt the bite, I reeled up the slack and set the hook. After brief battle I leaned over the side of the kayak to grab the fish. At first I thought it was in the 16-17" size class, but the lack of daylight made judging fish very difficult. The fish hit the hawg trough, and amazingly it went 18.5".
Literally 10 yards down the bank and less than 60 seconds later Shawn hooks up with another solid fish. After he lands it, I quickly paddle over to take a look. It was significantly larger than the fish I had just released so I grabbed my camera to snap a picture. Shawn quickly unhooked the fish and decided to dip it back in the water for a second. That's when then fish decided that he didn't want to get his picture taken. He made a few violent splashes and Shawn lost his grip. We shook it off and went back to working the banks with our jigs, but the weather had different plans for us. Within 5 minutes the lake went from as calm as glass to 2 foot waves and 20 mile an hour winds. A storm blew in and it began to rain. It was now a little after 1am so we decided to call it quits.



June 25

Wednesday Shawn sent me a text and asked me what I was doing later that night, which meant he was ready to head back out to the lake and give the bass another shot. I told him I got off work at three and could meet him anytime after that. After a few texts back and forth with Amanda, she informed me that she didn't feel like fishing for bass. I told Shawn that I was going to meet up with him, but Amanda didn't feel like heading out. One thing lead to another and we somehow got Russ roped into night bass fishing. Now to be fair, Russ isn't a "Bass Guy", and he'll be the first to admit it. He just hasn't quite had the success needed to fuel the desire to pursue bass fishing. When it comes to his favorite things to fish for, largemouth are most likely at the bottom of his list (Behind snapping turtles). Needless to say Shawn and I were both surprised that he was willing to make the trip.

Russ and I met up in Peebles and then drove to meet Shawn. From there we started unloading the yaks, and that's when we heard a rumble in the distance. I quickly checked the weather on my phone and discovered that we were getting ready to get hit by a small pop up thunderstorm. It appeared that we had 30 minutes before the storm hit so we paddled across the lake and began fishing. Twenty minutes later we were paddling back to the beach as fast as we could. When we got within 5 yards of the bank it started raining pretty hard. If we would have waited another minute longer to make the paddle across the lake we would have been soaked. We quickly ducked under a shelter house and started talking about fishing. Shawn mentioned that a hard rain may shut the bite down during the night. The only real way to find out was to stick it out and see, and that's exactly what we did. After the rain subsided Shawn told us that he wanted to fish some mid lake points tonight so we made the paddle down the lake and started working the banks. We had about an hour of daylight left so I went to work with a popper, Russ tried a spinnerbait, and Shawn tossed a popper as well. We managed a dozen bass between us before the daylight faded. Everyone seemed to have similar sucess before dark, each landing 3-4 apiece. At dark we all met up and went over the game plan, Shawn was to fish one side of the lake and Russ and I were going to take the other side.

At first I took the lead and Russ followed 30 yards behind me. I switched to jig and started working the banks....and eventually fell victim to a overhanging tree. While I was retying my jig Russ passed by and continued working the banks with his black spinnerbait. On his way by I asked him how he was doing, I had heard him catch a few fish but I was unaware of the size. He told me that he had caught a half dozen but none of them were over 15". I went back to retying my bait and he continued to work the banks. Before I could even finish my knot I heard Russ catch yet another fish, it appeared that Russ was going to have a good night.

Eventually I retied my jig and went back to working the banks. The bite seemed much hotter for Russ as I failed to catch a fish in the first hour after dark. At about 11pm I paddled up to a small cove off of the main lake. At the end of the cove was a bright dock light that illuminated the cove. I kept my distance and made very long casts, putting my jig on the bank each cast and then dragging it quietly into the water. On the first three casts I landed a fish....14", 15", and 14.5" respectively. Now they weren't giants, but I was glad to have finally broke my slump. At this point I did start to notice a pattern, If I tossed my jig on the bank and drug it into the water I was much more likely to get a bite. The splash that a normal cast would make must have been making the fish weary. With this in mind I began targeting areas where I could make a clean cast onto the bank.

A few minutes later I landed a solid 17.5" largemouth, now it still wasn't what I was looking for but it was definitely a step in the right direction. I had recently purchased a camera mount for my rail system so I decided to give it a shot and see if I could snap a picture on my own since Russ was no longer within sight.

Now that found out what the fish were looking for I started picking up a fish every 10 minutes or so. One one occasion tings didn't quite go as planned. I made a good cast onto a well manicured lawn and then drug my jig over some rip rap into the water. Immediately there was a massive swirl where my jig had entered the water. Before I could even set the hook, the fish began pulling drag and leaping out of the water. Now the reason he was leaping out of the water was because my line had found a rock and as he picked up the jig. He immediately felt the hook and made a run parallel to the bank. My drag started slipping and I could feel the line rubbing a rock, and that's when the line went slack. Twenty pound braid was no match for the rip rap bank and the tug of a good bass. The bass made three more jumps after the line had broke, I assumed that he was trying to free the jig from its mouth. With each jump my heart sank a little deeper into my chest, I was sick to my stomach. That fish would have most certainly been a new personal best. I put my head down and reached back into my milk crate and grabbed my jig box. I quickly tied on another black jig and started fishing again.

Twenty minutes later I had yet another heart break. This fish hit the jig the same way that the other bass did. As soon as the jig entered the water I saw the swirl and set the hook, however, the hook up wasn't very solid as the fish was swimming right toward me. As I reeled the line up to the fish the weight of the fish grew. This was another good fish. I reeled down and kept steady pressure, eventually it surfaced at the side of my kayak. I turned the head lamp on and leaned over to grab the fish when he decided to make another run. This time he ran under the back end of my kayak and that's when I lost the weight of the fish. Now I handled this loss a little better than the last one, simply because I knew exactly what I lost. It was a bass in the 19-20" range, 3.5-4.5lbs. I shook it off and went back to fishing.

A couple casts later I get a text from Russ.............."21". That's all the text said, So I replied 21 fish or 21". I kinda assumed that 21 fish would be more believable than 21", since I had nearly 20 fish on the night myself. My phone went off again....."inches." I knew that his personal best largemouth was just under 19" so this was a big deal. I picked up the phone and tried to call Russ.....no answer. I called a second time, still no answer. At this point I assumed that Shawn had paddled over and was taking pictures and that's why he couldn't answer his phone.  I only later discovered that he only got a picture of the fish on the board and then released it. He said he yelled for me but he didn't want to yell any louder as to wake the property owners up. So instead of dragging the fish down the bank to find me for a picture he decided to let it go.
I continued to work down the bank, hoping to run into Russ along the way. About 30 minutes later I see a red light shining out in the middle of the lake, so I yell out to see who it is. Sure enough its Russ, paddling down to find me. I asked him about his fish and he told me that he caught it on a black spinnerbait exactly where I was siting at the time. (A small cove with a dock light and a few overhanging bushes) He also said that he had gotten nearly two dozen fish on the evening, and he said that Shawn on the other hand wasn't doing so well.  Russ said that he talked to Shawn earlier and found out that the other side of the lake was dead. After a brief conversation we went back to fishing.

A half an hour later I hooked into another fish, again right off of the bank. This fish felt very similar to the last fish I lost under the kayak. However, this time around luck was on my side. I had gotten a solid hook set and brought the bass to the surface rather quickly. It went 19", just enough to dull the pain of losing the giant earlier.


 I continued working the bank down toward the beach until I ran into Russ and Shawn talking out in the middle of the lake. We were only 30 yards from the beach where we had launched from so I assumed that everyone was ready to go. The fish were biting, but it was well after 2am and Shawn had work in the morning. I paddled out to meet them and we began talking about our fish. Of course I told them my fish stories of the two that got away. We talked for a few minutes and then paddled in and called it a day.


June 27

Friday after work I decided that I was going to take what I had learned from fishing with Shawn and from fishing his favorite lake at night and apply it to a lake where I live. This particular lake is large and heavily pressured so I figured it would be a good place to test what I have learned. I got off work and rounded up a fishing partner for the evening, Jake, my little brother. He was hesitant at first, as I was my first trip but I assured him that he would enjoy fishing for bass at night. After some persuading he was in. I went back home loaded up the gear and took a short nap. At 5:30pm I woke up and drove over to pick him up. We got on the water around 7pm and began working a large creek arm of the lake. I remembered Shawn telling me that he liked to fish shallow water near deep water at night. This particular creek arm had water depths of 20 feet in most places so I figured it would be a good place to start. I gave Jake a Texas rigged chigger craw combo and told him to start working the banks. I alternated between a sinko and a popper until dark.

By dark Jake had me outnumbered 3-0, but that was all about to change. I switched to a jig and chigger craw combo and began working the banks. Before long I had evened the score out to 3-3, all of which were in the 12-15" range. By 11pm we had completely worked one side of the creek arm from the shallow end all the way out into the main lake. At that point I told Jake we could either, (1) load the kayaks up and go hit another spot on the lake, or (2) work the other side of the creek arm. He told me he didn't care, so to avoid packing up the kayaks and unloading them again I decided to paddle across the creek arm and work the steeper banks on the other side. It didn't take long to find out that we had been fishing the wrong side all night, as Jake quickly landed a half dozen fish behind me. As we worked down the bank Jake extended his lead, eventually stopping somewhere around 15-5.

We got to one section where there were a few fallen trees right under the water, fearing that Jake may tip his kayak if he hit one I decided to yell over to Jake and point out the trees. Meanwhile my jig was resting on the bottom of the lake mere inches off of the bank. After I warned Jake about the tree I gave my jig a hop and let it fall back down........"THUMP" I reeled up the slack and set a solid hook. The fish fought down for the first 20 seconds, so I yelled over to Jake that I had hooked into a nice channel cat. I fought the fish for 40 seconds or more before it started string the surface of the water as it swam back and forth, at that point I turned my head lamp on to see if I could make a positive identification. It wasn't a channel cat, in fact it was exactly what I was hoping for..

After we released the bass I looked over at Jake and I told him, "That's why you night fish for bass!" He couldn't deny the fact that we were catching more and bigger fish at night than we did during the day, not to mention the fact that we were the only ones bass fishing on one of the largest lakes in southern Ohio. The fact that we didn't have to fish in 95 degree weather, didn't have to deal with pleasure boaters, etc...was all just a bonus. Jake had seen enough and even though he had nearly tripled then number of bass I had caught on the evening, he wanted to take the lead. (Meaning he worked the bank in front of me instead of vice versa) We worked our way down the bank until we reached the end of the creek arm, at this point is was a little after midnight. I told Jake we should probably fish back down the bank we had just fished, we were catching fish and there was still a lot of activity on the bank. 

We worked back down the bank and eventually made our way out into the main lake. We picked up another 6 or 7 fish each and even one at 17.5". At this point it was 3am and we were both satisfied with our trip. We paddled over to the boat ramp and made our way back home.



Conclusion

In the last month I have night fished for bass 4 times, one of which didn't make the report because it was just an average trip....lots of 14-16" fish but no big ones. So out of 4 trips I witnessed a 20" bass or larger caught 3/4 trips, not to mention the countless 16-19" fish that we caught along the way too. If you haven't tried night fishing for bass yet or just haven't had the success that you wanted, I would recommend heading back out and giving it a shot. My learning curve was rather short since I had the opportunity to head out and fish with Shawn, someone who I would consider to be an expert in this field. And to be fair he probably drew off of his fathers experience, who is also an avid night fisherman. As I mentioned above, I'm no expert so this is just a compilation of my reports.....not a guide to night fishing. Shawn is working on that and we will have it up shortly for you. In the meanwhile don't hesitate to head out after the sun goes down with a jig and creature bait, buzzbait, or spinnerbait and see if you can find a few fish of your own.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Paddlefest 2014


Last weekend Amanda and I had the opportunity to represent Buckeye Kayak Fishing Trail at this years Paddlefest event held at Coney Island. We set up our booth Saturday morning around 7am and awaited our first visitors. At our booth we displayed the BKFT tournament info for that day, the Wilderness Systems Ride 115x that BKFT will be raffling off at the end of the year, stickers and info from our sponsors, our new BKFT Jerseys, the Angler of the Year plaque, and various trophies for BKFT events.

I was amazed to see just how many young people approached the booth wanting to know how to get involved. There were multiple occasions when a family would walk up and the father would start talking about how his son wanted to get into kayak fishing.  We'd share a few stories from the tournaments, talk fishing, show off a few pictures, and told them to stop by our next event.

As the evening progressed we drew closer to the measure in for the BKFT's tournament. A few of the people that we had talked to throughout the day stopped by and checked out the process of measuring in fish. It was a process that many people were new to and a tournament based off of pictures seemed far fetched to them.  This wasn't the bassmaster classics where guys where driving in on boats and holding up their catch, rather just a bunch of guys relaxed and talking about their day of fishing while they patiently awaited their turn to submit their photos onto a laptop. At 3pm we had the stage to ourselves, this is where we gathered our anglers and announced the results. By 3:30 everyone had recieved money for placing in the top ten or received a raffle prize provided by the main event sponsor Hook1.  There were also Backwater Hand Paddles and Yak Attack gear raffled off....all in all everyone walked home with a raffle prize!

Later in the evening we got our hands on a "Meet Me Outdoors: The Outdoor Guide to the Tri-State", an annual publication on everything outdoors. (Check it out at www.meetmeoutdoors.com) After talking about the publication with a few of the other exhibitors I faintly remembered writing an article with Neil for this publication. I flipped through the pages and sure enough I found our article.


The rest of the evening was spent talking to the anglers and to a few guests who stopped by as we were packing up the booth. It was a long day, but we had a blast. We got to share our passion with others and even listened to others as they shared their passion with us, whether it be photography, hiking, whitewater kayaking, etc... we all had similar interest and could relate to one another. If you didnt get the chance to head down this year, I would definately reccomend checking it out next year!

The full article in Meet Me Outdoors can be found HERE on page 46 in the magazine or page 48 in the digital copy.

-Sean Stone



Event #3 Tourney Wrap up - Hook1 River vs. Lake Challenge - Paddlefest

The Buckeye Kayak Fishing Trail wrapped up event #3 and new addition to the trail this year the Hook1 River vs. Lake Challenge this past weekend.  First things first, mother nature doesn't like kayak anglers in Ohio, or at least it sure seems like it.  This is the 2nd river event in as many years that we had to make changes because of high water.  With massive storms hitting southern Ohio the days leading up to the tournament the rivers were all blown out and unfishable.  In the area of Ohio the event took place all water flows south (or at least eventually) and this picture of a local mall taken a couple days prier was located only about 45 minutes north of our river locations.

So drastic measures had to be made and the River vs. Lake Challenge became the Lake vs. Lake Challenge by taking out the rivers and adding East Fork Lake to the lake already slated for the tournament; Winton Woods.  With terrible weather leading up to the event and even a big downpour the night before the Trail still saw 26 anglers show up in the early morning fog Saturday.  
Besides mother nature the BKFT team also faced a lot of challenges for this particular event.  There were multiple check-in locations as well as a central measure in location located at the very popular outdoor festival in Ohio known as Paddlefest.

After registration anglers were off to find some big bass and a few found some nice hawgs early on at Winton Woods.  The anglers over at East Fork Lake found a pretty massive algae bloom that really made fishing tough, but a few of them were able to still locate some bass. 

After all the chips fell, the anglers over at Winton Woods nearly swept the top 10 with Bob Lauber being the only East Fork angler to ruin the sweep.  The top 10 all measured in above 40" and the top spot ended up being a TIE.  Both Larry Haines and Jeff Bennett notched a 3 fish total of 47.75".

The big fish went to Joe Wolford with a nice 18.5" bass.

For all the results including the top 10 and the Trail Standings go HERE

A special thanks goes out to Hook1 Kayak Fishing Gear for sponsoring the BKFT since its inception....remember look for the HOOK!

For the event's full photo gallery visit BKFT's facebook page.


Monday, June 23, 2014

6/22: The Up's and Downs of Creek Fishing

Saturday Russ and I decided to float a seven mile section of a local creek just up the road from us. Smallies were on the agenda, but to be honest we were just happy to get out on some flowing water again. Just about every week, particularly my days off (Wednesday), we'd get an inch or more of rain. For the last month and a half the creeks have and rivers have been high and muddy. The trip started out pretty slow, the first couple hundred yards had us dodging large boulders and fallen trees in water that was just about too fast to fish. We found a small break in the current and pulled off to see if we could find a few fish sitting in the current breaks behind the large rocks. I took about a dozen casts with a shad rap in green olive before I decided to slow things down a bit and try a jig and chigger craw combo. A few casts later I had a fish boil near the boat right where my jig would have been. I reeled down and set the hook, right into the side of a small saugeye.

We worked the current for a few more minutes and then decided to head on further down stream. We drifted along for a hundred yards or better before finding another area of slack water. Russ found the second fish of the trip on a Storm Flicker Shad, similar to a shad rap. It wasn't very big, but it would make a lasting impression. As Russ pulled the small 10" smallie into the yak he went to grab the lip of the crankbait when the smallie decided to bury the hook into Russ finger. At this point I was unaware of what was going on, all I knew was that Russ had landed a fish and then made a loud "OHHHHH" sound. I soon discovered that the "OHHHH" was the sound he made when the fish drove the top treble hook into his finger. Now the fish and Russ were both in a predicament. The water was moving along at a pretty face pace and there was a fairly shallow rapid with a fallen tree ahead. Russ was holding the fish with one hand in order to avoid any further flopping and hook penetration so he was unable to paddle. I paddled up to examine the situation and discovered that this wasn't going to be a quick fix. I pushed Russ off into an area of slack water behind a rock and started looking for a set of pliers. My first objective was to try and get the fish off of the hook, I calmly told Russ to give me the fish...."I'm not going to drop it" I told him. Well the fish wasn't very cooperative and in total I think I may have let it slip at least twice. Each time the fish flopped Russ would hold his breath and look at me with the "You better get this fish off " look. I finally managed to pull the smallie off and we began contemplating how to go about removing the hook from his finger. Russ seemed to be in good spirits after the fish was removed so we took a few pics.

After some debating we decided that it would probably be best to run the hook through his finger out past the barb, try to pinch the barb down, and then pull the hook out the way it went in.
It took nearly all Russ had in him to push the hook through his skin the rest of the way. At this point we took a pair of pliers and mashed the barb flat and removed the hook from Russ's finger. He quickly retied his bait and went back to fishing. No more than 5 casts later I hear him yell out that he has something but he doesn't know what it is. He yelled out that it was,  "staying on bottom like a catfish." I looked over just in time to see a bronze fish break the surface and leap 2 feet out of the water. At this point Russ backed off his drag since he had tightened it up to pull the fish off of bottom. He was using 6lb test and he didn't want to take any chances. Eventually, Russ casually leaned back and grabbed his net, and after a few short bursts of drag he had successfully landed the smallie. It looked decent from where I was sitting, but I was unaware of how big it really was. I  yelled down stream to Russ and asked him, "how big?"....to which he replied, "Oh 16" probably........(10 Seconds later) 18.75 or 19." I thought he was pulling my leg so I asked again how big it was and I got the same reply. I paddled down to get a closer look at his fish. He was right, it was a giant.
We quickly snapped a few pics, put her in the water for a minute, and then snapped a few more pics before releasing it back into the creek. At this point we started making jokes about hooking ourselves for a 19" smallie. "Heck yea I'd hook my finger for a 19" smallie."

We continued our float, picking up a fish here and a fish there. We eventually made our way to a fork in the creek and I decided to go left and let Russ go right, I chose wrong.
After dragging my yak up and over a fallen tree in 3.5 feet of water I was on the move again. We floated along and picked up a few more smallies in the 12-15" range, nothing big but it sure was fun. Along the way I broke a month old rod while portaging, and Russ lost 3 crankbaits.

Russ soon broke the 15" range with a 16.5" smallie near a giant house sized boulder. This time around he had caught the fish on a jig and chigger craw combo. (On accident really:  He thought he was throwing a spinnerbait but he couldn't feel the blades thumping so he looked behind him and in the rod holder was a rod with his spinnerbait. He stopped reeling the jig and got hammered.)
Russ was wearing the smallies out, I personally attribute his success to pent up frustration that he has had over not being able to fish for catfish on the local rivers. Regardless the smallies where having a bad day. At about 7pm we arrived at the take out minus one rod, a half dozen crankbaits short, a new personal best smallie, a pierced thumb, etc.....I'd call that a pretty good trip.
 

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

A Canadian Retreat



School is out!  Teachers across our great state have dismissed their classes, summer plans are being initiated.  As educators, my wife and I are no different as we prepared to make our annual pilgrimage up to Bright Lake in Ontario, Canada.   Bright Lake is a place I have been fortunate enough to visit since I have been a toddler, and it holds a special place in my life as somewhere fond memories have been made.  Not only is it scenic and picturesque, but it is also chocked full of pike, walleye, perch, and bass.  This combination of beauty and action make it the ultimate destination for any sportsman.

After arriving home on Monday from the final day of work, the packing began.  Our plan was to stay at Bright Lake for 5 days.  Over my 27 years of traveling to Sunset Beach, the appropriately-named road our cottage rests on, I have found that I always pack far too heavily.  While in Canada, I rarely, if ever, shower, and I may only wear two or three outfits in a week.  That’s what a true outdoorsman does, right?  Keeping this in mind, I filled a small book bag with a few shirts and a pair of shorts, as well as my cold kayaking gear, and stuffed everything, including the kayak into the car.  I then turned my attention to the fishing supplies. 

Canada taught me to fall in love with fishing, and the main method used is trolling.  The fish go through phases where they will hit certain lures, and will not touch others.  The spectrum has included Rapala X-Raps, Storm Hot-n-Tots, Spoons, and now it is on Berkley Flicker Shads.  As long as you have a firetiger Flicker Shad tied on, you’ll be in business.  I suspect next year Rapala Scatter Raps will be successful as I tipped my uncle off on these and he was hitting them hard all week with the newest lure of choice.  If you have ever fished with a Flicker Shad, you know the hooks are downright terrible.  These were something I was going to need to change before wetting a line in Bright Lake. 

After 2 hours packing up, checking, and double-checking my fishing gear, the car was set to go.  Waking up Tuesday morning, it was time to leave.  It is a 550-mile drive from my home, and normally takes 8.5-9 hours to drive with limited stops and infrequent traffic incidences.  Unfortunately, this was not going to be the case for us this trip up North.   We ended up leaving around noon, expecting to see the beautiful sunset on the beach and tuck into bed happy and relaxed.   This notion soon was hindered as I forgot my kayak registration in the garage at home.  Being 30 minutes from home, we turned around and picked it back up.  10pm is the new arrival time.  No worries, the sun does not set and get dark until an hour later on Bright Lake, and this was but a minor hiccup.

Leaving a second time, we planned to stop at Bass Pro Shops in Rossford, OH or in Cabela’s in Dundee, MI on the way up.  Fortunately both of these are literally right off of the highway on the way up.  We decided on Cabela’s as it is truly a world-class outdoors store in Dundee.  After picking up a few Flicker Shads, some new X-Raps, and Mustad treble hooks, nothing was going to stop us now.  After the hour-long stop, no more sunset on the lake that night.  Regardless we were determined- next stop, Canada.

At about 11pm, my wife was driving and noticed the temperature gauge on the car reading extremely hot.  We were in the middle of northern Michigan, about 15 miles from the Mackinac Bridge.  We had to pull the car over in I-75N.  We waited for 20 minutes and turned the car back on.  Immediately, the engine over heated again.  Driving 15mph till the next exit, we pulled into a dark and abandoned gas station.  In my mind, I thought, “this is exactly how I have seen countless blood-spilling horror stories begin.”  I do not have a smart phone, but my wife does.  Unfortunately, we had been surfing the internet for the last 6 hours and the battery was dead.  We were in some serious trouble.  The temperature was under 50 degrees and it was pitch black.  I put on my head lamp, got the coolant out of the trunk (yes, I carry extra coolant in this vehicle for this scenario) and opened the radiator after letting it cool for an hour. 

I soon called my parents and had them look up a hotel in Mackinac where we could stay and a car shop where we could get repairs the following day.  I was beginning to doubt we were going to see the sunset the following day on Bright Lake at this point.  Soon, we received a call back from my parents saying there was a hotel where we could stay with the auto shop close by.  With the hazard lights on, we chugged 30mph up I-75 20 more miles to Mackinac.  At 1am, we arrived at the hotel.  Tired, stressed, and not feeling very vacation-like, we fell asleep.

In the morning, we got our car checked out at a mom-and-pap car shop.  They could not find anything, and sent us on our way, charging $30 in the process.  Since the car was not overheating any longer, we decided to forge on to Canada.  Crossing the Mackinac Bridge is always a majestic site and one I would highly recommend to anyone.  Connecting the upper and lower peninsulas of Michigan and dividing Lakes Huron and Michigan, the “Mighty Mac” makes you feel like you are on top of the world. 

After crossing the Mackinac, we only had 50 miles until Sault Ste. Marie, which is where we cross the bridge over Lake Superior into Canada.  Crossing the bridge, you always get nervous as you have to pass customs.  I have only ever been pulled over to be checked once.  Nevertheless, you have to be on your best behavior.  As we passed customs, we were now in Canada!  The car began overheating from being stopped on the bridge as others passed their customs checks, but as we drove the cool Canadian air satisfied the engine and we made it the extra 70 miles to the cottage.

When we arrived, I opened up the cottage, and we were finally on vacation over 24-hours after leaving West-Central, Ohio.   Unloading the Jackson Cuda 14 from the roof of the car and dropping it into the sand was a great feeling.  I geared up the kayak and neighboring Canadians stopped in to see the sight.  It was obvious that none of them had ever seen a fishing kayak before. 

That evening after the waves died down a bit, it was time to go out trolling.  I paddled an area called North Shore for 90 minutes.  This was as much of a learning experience as it was fun for me.  Being an experienced kayak angler, I underestimated the sheer ferocity of Northern pike.  I have caught largemouth, smallmouth, walleye, crappie, catfish, freshwater drum, and more out of the kayak. I have yet to experience a fish that wreaks havoc quite like a pike when it is on the deck of your kayak.  Here are a few friendly pointers:

1.       Only bring one rod.  In Canada, you can only fish with one at a time, so having two is pointless, and mine got tangled as these fish run all over the place once hooked.

2.       Clear everything off of the front deck.  I lost baits, my new pliers, and almost my paddle from crazy, flopping and thrashing fish in 90 minutes of fishing.  One pike slapped a Flicker Shad with sharp hooks right at my face with its tail. 
3.       Bring fish grips.  There is no way you are going to handle a pike in a kayak without a pair of grips to hold its mouth.  Many people around here call saugeye “Gators.”  On the contrary, Northern pike have a mouth full of teeth that give them the “Gator” nickname in my book.

Several pike and walleye later, it was time to head in.  The mosquitoes in early summer are overbearing and swarm after you like the undead in a zombie movie.  I wear a mosquito head net on my morning and evening trips.  It looks silly, but it’s worth saving hundreds of mosquito bites. 

The following morning, I trolled north shore again.  I ran the same program, hauling my fire tiger Flicker Shad at about 2mph.  I ran into a few nice fish but also some smaller walleye and pike on this trip.  One pike was just a hammer handle that had two huge catfish chasing it around while it was on the hooks.  I saw this and saved him from an untimely death and he willingly jumped into my boat.   

After an enjoyable but rather un-noteworthy morning, the thin and crisp Canadian air lulled me to sleep and I took a nice long nap.  I woke up to crashing waves and wind.  I still decided to go out in white-capped waters to test my luck.  Within an hour it was apparent I was not accomplishing anything and was forced to beach my kayak at the local bear-friendly park named after my great, great grandfather.  70 years ago he bought hundreds of acres around the lake.  5 generations later, we are still going.  Talk about foresight. 

Regardless, there was going to be no trolling until later tonight in the kayak.  I began to change-out all of the hooks on my lures.  The Mustad hooks are so much wider my hookup ratio is almost perfect with them.  For an extra $5, it is worth it for me. Notice the size difference of the hooks.

4:30am rolled around the following morning and I rolled out of bed and into my kayak.  The lake was dead calm.  The sun was already beginning to come up as I reached my destination and the smoke rolling off the lake welcomed me.  I decided that for as long as it was calm that morning, I was going to troll, regardless of how far I paddled.  I began the familiar North Shore program, since it is within a mile of our cottage. The rod doubled violently three times over on North Shore, producing a nice trio of pike and walleye.


Soon enough, I got antsy and wanted to hit the other side of the lake.  As fishermen know, the grass always seems greener on the other side.  Bright lake is approximately 3 miles long and 3 miles wide.  Paddling the 3 miles to the other end of the lake was going to take its toll, but I know the fish tend to be more abundant and larger over in a place called “Sugar Camp.” 

After arriving at Sugar Camp, I soon hooked into two nice pike.  The decision had paid off.  I worked the area a couple of times and did not hook into any other fish.  I looked across the large bay and eyed another pike-producing area called Schoolhouse.  Paddling the 3/4ths of a mile over to Schoolhouse was no big deal.  Schoolhouse is very weedy and undoubtedly holds monster pike. 

My Flicker Shad was dragging bottom and bringing up some nice catches of weeds when the first pike struck in Schoolhouse.  Soon enough two of his close friends also joined the party and the morning was turning out to be one to remember.  


At this point, I had already paddled 8 miles that morning and it was time to head in.  All-in-all, 11 miles of paddling that morning left me sore, but rewarded for my efforts with many nice fish.  

That evening, my wife and I hit the lake together and I was fortunate to pick up a couple of pike and walleye as well.

There is really nothing like the good fight of a fish in a kayak.  Seeing that rod double back with pure aggression on the other end creates a rush like nothing else.
 
Catching pike and walleye hand-in-hand, you do notice differences in the way they fight.  Pike give you major head-shakes.  They really want to spit the hook in a bad way.  Their violence is second to none both in the water and once you land them.  I have witnessed many pike actually knock themselves into a comatose state after thrashing so hard on the deck.  Walleye bite differently.  They simply want to bury your rod under the kayak with a strong and steady motion.  A pike will initially almost break your rod in half from the rod holder, whereas a walleye is a slower but sturdier bend.
Either way, you want to use fish grips when handling either fish.  Both species have sets of teeth that can harm you.  In addition, using fish grips stops the fish from thrashing, which removes the dangers to you and the fish.

Bright Lake produces very few monster walleye and pike.  Do not mistake me, I have landed, re-landed, and re-landed, then ultimately missed a 20lb pike from this lake that was approaching 4 feet long, and there are 28-30 inch walleye mounted throughout several cabins.  But, a vast majority are strong-fighting eater-sized fish.

After landing this walleye, it was time for a few casts just to exhaust all possibilities of schooling fish.  In fact, there was one more willing to be fooled by my lure. Then it was time to head in.
Paddling in and taking in the sunset, it is not hard to see the beauty on the lake.  With no other boaters around, I was able to take in the tranquility of the surroundings and enjoy the sport I love so much.

As the orange of day gave way to the blues and blacks of night, I decided to stop at the drop-off, an infamous spot right outside of my cabin and cast for some pike.  I did not get any, this time, but the experience is still second to none.
The following day, I decided to take the morning off of trolling.  Instead, we had a nice lunch of yellow perch over at my aunt and uncle’s cottage.  My uncle had just come in from perch fishing and had several 14” perch to boast about.  He had caught them over at Sugar Camp while I was trolling around.  He also caught two 30”+ pike.  I still have some things to learn.  My uncle is the Bright Lake guru and has landed many citation-worthy fish out of the lake, including this 6’2” 104 lb sturgeon through the ice.  It was the biggest fish caught in Ontario in over 50 years.  Very impressive. 


Taking a break from trolling, I turned from the main-lake over to the shoreline, and I noticed several minnows busting the surface around brush.  I assumed bass were chasing them around like normal, but I saw several pike swimming around crushing their prey as well.  I decided to take my wife out with me to watch this spectacle as it is rather entertaining to observe.  I tempted two pike into taking my rig.  Sight-fishing shallow water pike is something I had not done before, but it is certainly something I will do again.


With this final fishing trip logged, it was time to head home.  It was a memorable and enjoyable trip to Canada.  Overall, I caught 21 fish in 3.5 days of fishing.  Each fish was caught and released but the memories made will be kept forever.

Tight lines and be safe,
Aaron