Hopped out on the local lake with my bro-in-law Gord and my Pops RJ Sr. for a few hours while the ladies sat on the deck and my boy Sinker had a dip. We’ve somewhat decided we could never live on a lake because that dog would never be out of it!
We made the run to some deeper water as Lakers were the target for the few hours we were going to play. Setting up on a transition point from 175 to 90 feet was key. It didn’t take long. About 40 seconds.
There was some belly-aching going on about this one. I was also being called names!
I didn’t take too long for more rods to be bent. Gord was controlling the drift perfectly from the bow and hooked up.
We had no plans on keeping any fish so we decided if it was worthy of a quick pic we would if not it would get flipped off at boatside. Surface temps were near 80 so getting these fragile Lakers back down to the cooler water was needed to ensure their survival. The ones we did take pics of a simple “torpedo” back in set them on their way every time.
We were all using jigging spoons in various weights.
RJ Sr. was starting to get antsy with no fish landed when his rod buckled. The result.
Final Score: Old School RJ Sr. 3
Bass Guy 2
Walleye Guy 2
We’re going to hear about this one for awhile!
