Saturday, April 10, 2010

Passing the torch

Tanner and I made it back out to the saw mill on East Jefferson, this time accompanied by our sons, Tyler and Noah.

Tanner wanted Noah to get a feel for his old-but-new Snoopy pole, and Tyler had been bugging me to get back out and catch some fish.

"Ten of them, Daddy," he said on the drive out.

There was a time when Tanner I and could do everything we needed to do while moving toward the lake. Stop at a gas station? No problem. Run in for bait? You betcha. Grab some beverages? Done and done.

Now, things are bit more complicated. And fishing, too, has changed dramatically.

On Friday, my goal was to let Tyler fish while I helped. Tanner's plan was the opposite — he would fish and let Noah help by reeling from time to time.

Our boys, I might add, are a year a part. Last spring, Tyler was in the same position as Noah, eager to catch fish but not really sure how to go about it.

We started out pretty strong, with Tyler casting his Spider-Man pole with ease, and Noah working the reel of his Snoopy pole while Daddy fished. We maybe got in a good five minutes of fishing.

But five minutes is a long time in a child's world (especially without a bite), and soon Tyler and Noah were off in a field of grass, ripping and pulling at the dead, withered blades and throwing them into the water.

As you can imagine, soon sticks followed the grass, and soon after, rocks. Now, since we were fishing away from others, we let this behavior go on, but had it been more than just Tanner and I affected by the noisy boys, there would have been a stern talking to that would have followed (that sounds worse than it really is).

Nonetheless, I'd estimate that Tanner and I got in 15 casts each, if we were lucky. But our boys bonded, in much the same we have, and the afternoon was successful enough that I'd venture to say there will be a few more fishing outings with the boys in the future.

— Doug Monson

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Mothers love walleye opener, too

Moms are terrific. I'm a big fan. Love several of them, in fact. And dearly, I might add.

But let's have no more of this fishing-opener-interfering-with-Mother's Day business.

This year's walleye opener is not until May 15, about one week later than usual. The delay is due to a state law requiring that opener be two Saturdays prior to Memorial Day weekend (which is the last weekend of the month this year).

In the wake of such a cruel blow to anxious anglers, moms and other maternal types are rejoicing that they will not have to share their special day.

Let's stop kidding ourselves.

Everyone knows the best gift for mom is a quiet house. And fishing opener has played an essential role in making mothers' dreams come true each and every year.

And for those brave enough to actually take their favorite matriarch fishing on Mother's Day weekend, the opener has traditionally allowed many water-ward men to give the gift that keeps giving: a trip to a soggy southern Minnesota lake for a tutorial on removing bullheads with cold hands.

But without fishing opener coinciding with Mother's Day this year, many of us will be left to scramble for a gift that conveys our love and affection as powerfully as a red wriggler on a size 4 hook or a 5:30 a.m. departure. Many of us will now have to wait an extra 7 days - or exactly 10,080 minutes - to really show our love.

But who's counting?

- Tanner Kent

Monday, April 5, 2010

A wet line and a big zero

As with every Minnesota spring since I can remember, the angler's itch has set in early for me.

By January, it's a mild bother. By February, it's a nagging one. And by March, I want to thumb my reels so badly I have to content myself with a tired batch of Babe Winkelman VHS videos I snatched from dad's garage. 

So, when Friday's near-tropical temps rolled around, I couldn't help myself.

Fishing buddy extraordinaire Doug Monson and I — as well as my wife, whose southern upbringing leaves her a bit incredulous as to why anyone wants to cast 4-pound monofilament into a 25 mph wind — packed up our gear and hit the shorelines.

We stopped at Geldner's Sawmill (west end of East Jefferson), which is a well-known April hotspot for crappie, and at Roemhildt's Lake (just south of German Lake). We fished wax worms and minnows along the bottom on small jigheads — and we didn't catch a thing. So, take that for what it's worth. If past returns are any indication of future gains, then my summer will likely be filled with plenty such outings.

But it was sure nice to be fishing. 

— Tanner Kent

As a sidenote: I'm thoroughly excited to be teaming up with Doug on a fishing blog. We've got lots of ideas, but our general mission is to offer a local resource guide and "one-stop-shop" of sorts on fishing in southern Minnesota. 
Feel free to contact us with ideas, suggestions and fishing reports that we can use to inform readers.
Looking forward to a great season, and Fish On!