Upon reflection of everything that went on over the last week, I thought I'd share how our last big trip of the year went. Unless the possibility of spending a bunch of hard earned cash is a success, you could probably say the trip wasn't nearly as good as how the year's first trip went.
Like many recent years , we schedule a week's worth of fishing towards the top of the mitten. With the kids living just a few miles away, Burt and Mullett Lakes in the northern tip of Michigan's lower peninsula makes for a great year ending trip. Plenty of species to chase that include some of the biggest smallmouth the state has to offer, as well as a decent chance to bring home some walleye and perch fillets to keep me going through the winter. This year's trip was supposed to start on Friday the 14th. The way it turned out, you would have thought it was the 13th!
The week started out with the kind of phone call no one wants to get. A death in the family put a hold on our departure for several days as we needed to attend those things we all must do from time to time. Sunday afternoon found me dressed in funeral garb, though I must admit it was too cold and windy for me to even consider an outfit like the Big O wears. Once the funeral and a brief appearance at the luncheon was taken care of, we hooked up the boat for the three hour trip north. Once we arrived, we still had time to pack the kid's gear into the boat, make sure the dogs got their treats from Grandpa, and battle plans for the next morning were made.
Sticking my head out the door early Monday morning showed that those plans were going to need some modification. A stiff SW wind with gusts of over 30 mph meant that we would need to search out more sheltered water. Our first stop of the day was Burt Lake's famous perching grounds in and around Maple Bay. However sheltered as it was, witnessing the boat dragging a 15lb fluted anchor at more than 1.5mph was going to be a problem. After an hour or so of this, we headed to the ramp with the idea that a change of location was in order. At the landing we met a couple of guys with the 521 Ranger who had been sitting on shore watching us. They had decided it was too rough to launch and were trying to decide on a revised plan of their own. We introduced ourselves (I even had the chance to mention Bass Resource as they weren't members.... yet.) found out they were from the Chicagoland area, and suggested they might want to try Mullet Lake near Dodge Point as it was a little more fishable. We stopped by the house for another anchor and arrived at the ramp in time to watch the Ranger power up into some pretty good waves headed south along what we had thought was sheltered water. Dang, it wasn't nearly as sheltered as we thought. After launching, we idled out towards the point only to take two waves over the bow of the Lund. That was enough for us, and we headed back to the dock. Even though the day was starting to look like a practice trip for launching and loading, we had one last choice to try out. Launching in the Cheboygan River should have been our first option. We still had wind, but the waves were gone. We idled up to the junction with the Black River and a short run up towards Black Lake put us on some fish. Spinnerbaits and Kalin's Grubs accounted for a number of smallies in the 2lb range. Nothing big, but at least we were actually fishing!
Tuesday morning with wind speeds cut in half, we returned to the launch at Maple Bay. The Rangertrail parked in the lot told us our southern friends were already on the water. It was still there when we loaded up nine hours later, and while I never saw them to ask, I hope they had finally found some fish. We started our day out like many by setting out lines for an early morning troll for old Mr. Marble Eye and his friend the landlocked Mr. Steelhead. No trout, but we did manage to put a couple of nice walleye in the box in the 17"-19" range. Once that bite seemed to die off, it was time to try some of the reed beds and rocky reefs for some smallmouth action. I'm not sure if it was the weather or what, but it was a tough bite. After three hours of mostly zilch results, we decided to see if we could scare up some decent perch to add to our catch. I was on dink patrol as far as perch jerkin went, but the kid put a few eater sized fish into the boat. As we had promised the wives that we'd be home early, we quit fishing around 4pm. Had I known what was coming, we should have broken that date as it was the last time we were able to get on the water.
Yup, Mother Nature woke up in a sour mood Wednesday. The heavy winds had returned and a good amount of rain was streaming north towards us. The only thing left to do when you can't fish, is to go shopping for new boy toys! We started at the Yamaha dealer to look at quads. The kid is lucky enough to have been bitten by the ice fishing bug, and it's getting hard for him to drag out all the toys associated with the sport. So much so, that a quad or snowmobile is the only cure. Our next stop was at the Arctic Cat dealer, and that is where the trip took on an expensive turn for me. It seems the place also sells Lund Boats.
Arrggh, right there on the showroom floor, I'm looking at an aluminum 2025 Pro-V and a real pretty fiberglass 186 Pro-V. The salesman quickly showed up with a drop cloth to soak up the drool as I crawled over, under, and through these beauties. The next thing I know, he is jotting down notes on all of the specifics of what I'm looking for in a perfect boat for the multi-species fisherman I am. As I walk out the door with the full color brochure pages marked with a couple of dream machines, he is promising to email me the quotes. On the way back, I'm thinking the wife isn't going to be happy with the idea that I'll need to change my user ID on here so I'm safe. Not so quick though, as her only comment is how nice they look along with a "whatever makes me happy" line. So now the email is pending.
To end the week early, and to make this long story short, Wednesday evening brought the second phone call no one wants to get. Mom's in the ER! So a weeklong trip got both ends chopped off of it. The fishing wasn't a complete bust, but depending on the Boating Gods, the checkbook might be headed that way! A new 2025 or 197 might be finding a way into my garage by spring.