I actually got to go fishing on Saturday! Exuberance! I had a tag-along, my dad's buddy "Black Cloud"(Interesting stories on how he got that nickname).
I pick "Black Cloud" up around 5:30 in the morning, we load up my truck, and hit the road.
We get to fishing around 7:30 7:45, but when we showed up, the entire place we wanted to fish was covered in skim ice. What that is, is when the river below is still moving like normal, but whatever steam and spray from the current gets an incredibly thin layer of ice above it. No big deal, it cleared away soon enough.
Lots of people fishing, not a lot of people catching anything, including me. I had brought along my brand new musky(heavy duty) combo and wanted to christen it essentially. I didnt care what I caught, as long as I caught something on it. That is what I thought until I catch a damned water dog, or mud puppy if you will. Still dont know what the hell Im talking about, here it is:
On my brand new, heavy duty, shiny, awesome new setup, I catch a damned SALAMANDER!!!!!!
I did catch one real fish, on another pole, a small little walleye:
Not my hand, but about the size of the one I did catch.
All in all, it was good to get out of the house, spend some time in the sun. And not worry about all the crap I have been going through lately.
Later Guys
John
