8-11-04 - Fried Pike & KFC (Ken Follensbee Catches)
Waters Fished: Pike River, Lake Michigan (Kenosha
Fish Caught: 0 personally
Outing Date: 8-11-04
Weather: Winds out of the west
Air Temp: 60's
Water Temp: Didn't take it on the pike but it's assuredly warm. Kenosha was around 60F - Dropped CONSIDERABLY
Water Level: Normal
Water Color: Pike muddy, visibility 1 1/2 foot. Kenosha Harbor murky 1-2' vis.
Fish Species: Brown Trout
Pattern Fished: Kastmasters
Pattern Color: Kastmasters in silver/blue
Fishing Quality: Slow but worth the wait
It started as a good plan that only got better and better. Left
the office and traffic, for once, was MORE than cooperative...FAT
was out and about too, there had been rain the night before, this
was time to check on a few things.
We met up at Bass Pro; I picked up some fall essentials NOW while
they're still in stock, restocked my harbor box and we were off,
back to WI!
So mix in some valuable scouting with a bit of truly optimistic
hope and it will drive you to the tribs ANYTIME there's a rain!
We booked on over to the closest trib despite the news that the
Pike had not risen according to the USGS servers.
Well, maybe it rose and maybe it didn't...it's often hard to tell
when the water is off color and you're looking at the slack spots.
I relined my harbor rod while FAT went down...the only aquatic life
spotted was a MONSTER snapping turtle!
Relined, and Rich back up from downstream, he didn't find anything
fish wise. His thought? Split up and double our odds...his last
stop of the night would be the Root. If there was something going
on, he'd call. I'd head over to Kenosha Harbor...if there was action
going on Rich said he'd prefer NOT to know...otherwise you know
FAT he'd be out ALL NIGHT chasin' willing biters.
I got to Kenosha Harbor around 8:45 pm and found someone I didn't
know sitting on the best spot..he knew why he was there and so did
I. Thankfully he was very friendly; thanks Mike for letting me join
you out there...it was great spending the evening with you on the
Matt #37 showed up (Matt we need a better nickname than the one
I'm currently using for you); his buddy Joe came with. Shortly thereafter
Ken Follensbee showed up too! So now the crew was out enmasse to
try to turn our luck on the harbor browns.
We all made sure we were putting out different offerings...heck
for a while I even tossed some glow in the dark trolling spoons
(they don't cast far but they flutter really nicely). NOTHING was
going on fish wise...for 2 hours we just cast and cast and cast.
The HIGHLIGHT of the evening during all this casting was the strange
boat we first noticed motoring in on the far side of the harbor.
It was all lit up and going slow, staying very close to the shore.
Soon we realized it was coming towards us....and in only a minute
it was right up on us. I guess, for some strange reason, they were
SHOCKING in the harbor. Two big booms came off the front of the
boat with several electrodes dangling in the water. Two guys stood
on the bow with nets, while a third drove.
I didn't see ANY fish come up. All attempts to try to find out
what they were doing went unanswered...I'm going to assume it was
because they couldn't hear us. Anyway, I ran up and down the harbor
sidewalk shooting as many pictures as I could of this freakish encounter.
11:00 rolled around and I'm getting a bit tired. I cast out far
and twitched my spoon...this 6lb smoke Fireline is the sh*t...man
it just goes and goes and goes. As my spoon fluttered down I could
actually feel what was going on, and it happened.
TAP TAP and I reared back to set the hook. Immediately a huge fish
burst out of the water in the distance...from this far away I'm
going to say a 30" brown...could've been more or less but definitely
a brown, definitely big, definitely kyped. I know what you all are
thinking, but after being out in this light for 2 hours your eyes
adjust quite well...the camera can't keep up.
By the time the fish landed everyone is asking "is that your
fish"..."do you have it on"....I'm reeling furiously
hoping that maybe my line is limp because the fish is running towards
me, not because it has come off. All too soon my fears are confirmed...this
was a one hook wonder.
I announced that I could now leave, I've hooked my fish for the
night. I put in a few more casts but was thinking it was time to
go....then again wait why had I just hooked one now and not two
hours ago despite the fact that the water had been boiling consistently
with active fish all evening?
Ken was around the bend and shouted "I can go home now!"
I dropped my gear and ran over to find Ken with his rod throbbing
with the weight of an angry fish. Back up to get the net and back
down to help Ken. He did it like a pro and brought in a NICE brown.
Meanwhile Mike had a missed fish, and no sooner had we finished
up shooting Ken's when Joe hooked up! SWEET! Looks like the bite
Unfortunately Joe's fish came in foul...go figure...back to the
tail-swatting browns I guess. I had to work in the morning, it was
getting late, time to pack it up and drive home...at 11:45 PM.
I'll be back and it's only going to get better down the road!