Originally posted on Bob Mitchell’s Fly Shop blog – 9.12.13
It was Labor Day, so I needed to get in some fishing before a 4 day work week and it’s pent-up emails crushed me. I needed a quick and dirty excursion..something simple. I headed to my home lake, a scant 1.5 miles from my house.
I live in St. Paul, like in St.Paul. The lake in question runs somewhere along the river. I don’t fish it as often as I should, mostly because I opt to visit “better” water.
I went for carp. They are thick in this lake and I’ve hooked into some dandies in the past. I figured I’d target the shallow water and look for tailers and disturbances. Small woolly buggers, or buggy-anything seems to do the trick on this lake.
I picked the wrong side of the train tracks that divide the lake; too shallow, choked out and the few carp that were grazing were just too tough to get at. I figured I’d check the other side of the tracks, on the larger section of the lake where it get’s much deeper. Couldn’t hurt.
Context: When I had set out to reach my spot, a rough n’ tumble couple had been on my heels the whole time. They seemed determined to get the same fishy spot I was headed for. No worries, I figured (accurately) that they’d opt for the deeper side right away. I won’t lie, I thought they were out of the minds trying to fish for anything besides the bathtub-water-loving carp in the shallows. They went to one side, I went to the other.
Back to the point.
I found the dude, with his trusty K-Mart Blue-Light special Zebco was chuckin’ a white spinner bait below the train bridge. He told me to forget that shallow stuff and join them on the other side. He had the goods to show: a 17 inch largemouth and 20+ inch pike in a clear garbage bag.
His old lady gave me hell for not fishing with them. Apparently I would have been handy trying to land the 15 pound pike they lost. Well shit.