Three Svens

Friday morning came dank and cold with 20 MPH winds out of the North.

We cleaned our fish and made breakfast. By the time we got suited up it was raining steadily and the wind was even worse than the day before.





The wind and rain dropped the surface temps 5 degrees and the crappies weren't on the flats. At least we didn't catch very many. OK none.

We were all cold and wet, so we headed in to dry off and have some sandwiches for dinner. After we ate and warmed up Mike took a pile of clothes over to the Setterholm's to put in the dryer. Karsten, Todd, Luke and I went to the boats to see if there were any fish in the canals.

I threw my jig/slip bobber rig out into the canal and got nothing. Then I dragged it by some cattails. Pow - a big slab hit my bobber like a popper. Game on! I put a minnow on and cast past the spot. I moved it about 6 inches when the bobber disappeared. 14" slab.



A new minnow and the same spot. This time I dragged it about 18 inches and there goes the bobber - 13"slab. One more cast and another 6 inches of travel produced another 13" slab. How many could be hiding in that little spot? I think there might have been one more because Todd came over and threw in the spot, and got a strike, but didn't hook it. Then all went calm.

I moved over to the boat where Luke was casting down the canal. He hooked into something that gave him quite a fight. It was a 23" walleye. Out of the slot and 3 hours early. Back it went.