April 3, 2023
Last night as I drove into town on Highway 53, I passed the weigh station and saw something I have not seen in months. I was greeted by a thick grey blanket of fog encompassing the entire world around me. Maybe it’s something primal, maybe it’s something beat into me by experiences, but there was something deep down burning in me as soon as I saw it. This was a deep desire to be back on the water, wetting a line, rolling in the waves, and hopefully reeling in some nice fish. Thankfully, I had a trip planned for the next morning so the wait to fulfill this desire was going to be short lived. After dropping the family off at home, I drove down to my local boat launch to take in this foggy night a little deeper. As I rolled down the hill, the old ore dock that stands next to the launch was barely visible. This landing, however, is still several weeks away from being usable, as it is iced in and a ten foot mountain of plowed snow still stands in front. I resigned back to the house for the night knowing that tomorrow morning I would be on the water. This morning, all it took was a short fourteen mile drive to McQuade to launch in some open water. This is now the second weekend in a row we were able to get out on my favorite body of water, Lake Superior. Last weekend was spent testing some new equipment and jigging for some lake trout out of Two Harbors, MN. Today was all about salmon, specifically Coho salmon. We launched the boat and ran about five miles towards the Duluth entry, set the lines, and let the trolling commence. It was a hard fought battle just to find the first bite today. The sun would come out and disappear, the wind would change on a whim shifting the pack ice, and the baitfish were scattered. The first lines were in around 8:30 and the first fish did not come until around noon. However, once we found the fish and what they wanted, they were coming two or three at a time. Keeping on top of the baitfish and finding the baits the fish wanted at the proper depth was key. Today, most fish were found in 50 to 80 feet of water on deep lip stick baits, running roughly 15 feet down off our board lines. Try as we might, the downrigger was useless today. We tried spoons, flashers, dodgers, and flies but all attempts were futile. After a couple hours of all fish coming off the board lines, I pulled up the rigger and sent another deep lip on the board line. The fish didn’t seem too picky on color today. It definitely seemed if you got something that wobbled down about fifteen feet and ran over the top of the school, you were going to get bit. We had several doubles and maybe even a triple today, so much went on it’s hard to remember. We ended the day with a double, making 11 fish that made it in the boat. We lost another 2 at the back of the boat and had 3 other solid bites that came off, making it 11 for 17 in just under 4 hours from the first bite. Big winds in the forecast this week, if this holds it will be a while before it will be safe to get back out. Hopefully this pack ice will dissipate with the winds in about a week and more opportunities will be plentiful.