8-25-04 - ALL NIGHT LONG
Waters Fished: Racine Harbor, Kenosha Harbor
Fish Caught: like 0/8
Outing Date: 8-25-04
Weather: Winds from the SE, Storms over Lake Michigan, Occasional
Air Temp: upper 50's
Water Temp: Didn't take it - still warm
Water Level: Normal
Water Color: almost muddy - 1-2 foot visibility
Fish Species: Brown Trout, Chinook Salmon
Pattern Fished: Kastmasters, Cleos, Krocodiles etc..
Pattern Color: Nothing specific won out.
Fishing Quality: madness (in a bad way)
First off, I was SUPPOSED to be at Creekside
Outfitters for the monthly meeting of the Creekside Conservation
Club. I got stuck at the office until 7:20 PM or so...no way I was
going to make it. I know a couple other folks who were supposed
to be there couldn't go either. Folks we need people to show up!
Yes, I'm guilty as charged...but work is work, ya know? It's one
of the few things that can override most everything else.
And to top it off, due to some dire Mac issues at the office I
had to go to WI Wednesday night to HOPEFULLY get things resolved
by using my Parent's Mac. I'd already worked a full day and then
some...I needed a break, a release. Since it's on the way, I might
as well hit the harbors.
Yeah, no pictures. Lemme tell ya, there just wasn't anything to
take a picture off..it was dark, rainy at times, and bone numbingling
I met up with the West Side Possee (Matt, Joe, Josh) at the McDonald's
on 50 by 94 around 8:00...Bart had been on the Root and was currently
chasing fish in Kenosha Harbor. Matt had been after me to visit
Racine Harbor, which neither Bart or I are familiar with. Why not
learn some new water?
Well we got on the harbor to the sound of what most be sonar/radar
blaring every so often. Waves pounded the rocks of the outer harbor,
sending massive thirty foot sprays up into the air....large volumes
of water landed on anyone who dared try to fish there. While the
brave charter boats were out cruising in the chop, we had to go
inside the harbor to find safe fishing areas.
Bottom line, in about 3 hours I had 3 hits; one fish actually stayed
on for about 10 seconds...5 or 6 tugs on the rod before it was gone.
The current flowed in and out of the harbor, constantly swinging
our spoons to the left or the right. With the wind to our backs,
distance casting was a breeze. Doesn't much matter though when what
few fish were breaking the surface had no interest in our offerings.
Why not go back to areas that had been productive, so around 11:00
PM we headed over to Kenosha. Again we set up on the outer harbor....it
was here I saw a Chinook on a stringer. OK, first official king
of the year.
After plugging away for an hour or so without a single hit among
the dozen or so anglers present, I decided I was heading to the
inner harbor for more consistent action. Our crew split paths to
maximize our options...they'd fish the channel while I returned
to the deep inner harbor.
What else can I say...the fish were more active here. I managed
a good 4-5 hits...within 30 minutes of my arrival I saw one king
landed and another lost. Both Browns and Kings were dancing tonight.
It was probably 3:30 AM when I got my last hit....the guy to the
right of me had just shown up. We cast simultaneously....overhead
a seagull passed from behind and squacked...then dived to the water
as if hitting a fish. My line went BURIPRAPRAPBRIPRAPRAPRAPRPAZIPRAPBRIP
and the guy next to me too was hooked up. Whatever I had was swiming
towards me from my left....the seagull out in front of me was being
dragged to my RIGHT. A double of a whole different kind; a giant
silver torpedo breached the surface at full speed right in front
of me, meer feet from the shore while I was reeling in line as fast
as I could....and this silver torpedo was heading straight for the
seagull, now fouled up in the other angler's line.
As the fish dove down I put the brakes on him....he turned and
my spoon popped out. Meanwhile my neighboring angler was struggling
with his seagull....thankfully the bird wasn't hooked...it had mearly
flown right into the guys line as he cast (hence the loud startled
squak). One lost king and one fouled bird pretty combined with almost
8 hours on my feet told me I was done for the day...
Yes, I stayed out almost 8 hours after work...I put in the MAX
effort possible to bring in a fish, and while having a few chances,
it just didn't pan out. Next week...next week...