Juls WFA Blog
Just a quick note about Day Two with Bob, Mike, and Larry yesterday.....great guys to fish with, but the fishing sucked out of Huron for us yesterday. We only caught 7 small eaters, so there wasn't much to talk about. Deep sigh....lol
I picked my crew up from the White Caps Motel at 6am and we headed to Big Bopper's after gassing up and hitting Rickard's Bait for some ice. I did pick up 4 scoops of minnows too, in case the walleye bite was faster than my previous trips, so we could try for some perch if there was time.
Tyler, Angie, and Rod drove overnight Thursday night, from Nebraska, to get here bright and early Friday morning for a couple of days of fishing. They were scheduled for a Saturday/Sunday trip, but the forecast was calling for calm winds on Friday and Saturday was looking iffy, so they made the decision to drive overnight to fish on Friday. Their second day would be either Saturday or Sunday, whichever had the better winds. As it turned out, we ended up fishing yesterday and today.
For those of you who check this daily, I'm sorry there isn't anything to report.
Yesterday, was the first of a two day trip with "Mr and Mrs Claus", as I like to call them. Cally and Diane Morgan are from MN and he is the spitting image of the commercial likeness of Santa Claus. They both dress up as the characters for the holiday season and play the parts for different occassions. :)
Today's trip was actually paid for last year by Bob's Dad, and Stepmother, but he couldn't catch a break in the weather for the dates he had chosen, so we moved it to this year, and we were finally able to make it out today.
Yesterday, after cleaning the house, cutting my grass, my two neighbor's yards, and getting food ready, I welcomed my big brother, Jack, who hails from Mississippi these days, for a night's stay. His work associate, Phil, and his son would be driving in from NW Detroit to meet at my house this morning.
I was supposed to fish with Brian Jordan and his sons, Brain and Brad, yesterday, but with the wind forecast what it was, I asked them if they could fish today instead. They said they could, if I could pick them up from Kelly's at 8am.
I picked my crew up at a designated spot close to the condo they rented and a parking lot that my rig could easily maneuver in. They jumped in the old Excursion at 5:30 and we were off. We hit speedway to get some ice and to fill a trailer tire that looked low. As I went to get ice, Bruce and Nate got to work putting air in the suspect tire. When I came back, Bruce said, "That one was down to 14 pounds". "Are you kidding me?", I asked. "Well, I'm glad we checked it then", I said, shaking my head. "I'll take it over to my guys at "Tri-County" to get it checked out later.
I told my crew to meet me at Mazurik's at 6am....and, they were only a few minutes late, driving in from the Cleveland area. I've fished with Marc for many years now. He first starting fishing with me about 6 years ago. Last year, he brought his daughter, Grace, for the first time, and she loved it, so now he fishes with her instead. Grace brought her new boyfriend Triston along. He's never been fishing, and was looking forward to catching his first walleye.
The days are getting shorter, and the sun doesn't come up until 6:30 now, so there was no hurry to get to the launch by 5:30. I left the house at 5:20 and ran to the gas station to pick up some ice for the cooler, before picking my crew up from their hotel at 5:50. We had agreed to meet at 6am, but they were all downstairs and ready to go when I arrived, so they piled in the old truck and we headed over to Mazurik's.
After several days off, due to reschedules, it was back to business this morning. There was a 15mph NE wind on my back deck at 3am, which kind of pissed me off. It's been NE for days now. I looked at the iWindSurf app to see what the forecast would be over in Huron for the rest of the morning, and it showed it laying down a little bit...not much, but enough to make it a "go".
I hit Mazurik's at 5:20 and waited for someone to show up, who would be willing to back me in, since my crew was out on South Bass Island. I didn't have to wait long, before fellow Capt., Tony Hernandez, showed up with a friend and offered to help. Thanks, Tony!
I got to sleep in this morning. My crew wasn't expected to fly into Port Clinton until 8:30am, so I set the alarm for an extra hour and took advantage of some REM and weird dreams this early am.
Eric and Rachel came in from Nebraska, to spend some downtime from their EMT/Fire Fighter jobs, and to catch some wiley walleye here on Lake Erie's Western Basin.
As I headed down the highway towards the other end of town, I realized I had forgotten to put a cooler in the boat before I left. "Ugh", I thought. I didn't have time to go back home and grab one, so I texted Steve to ask if he could bring his. He could, and said it already had ice in it, so that was a relief. I was meeting them at Big Bopper's at 4:45, and they were right on time.
This morning, I met Scott and Cathy, of Philadelphia, at Mazurik's at 5:15 and we launched at 5:30. It was still dark enough to need the navigation lights, but the eastern horizon was glowing hues of reds and oranges against a gray blue sky. It was going to be a gorgeous sunrise. The lake was flat, so our ride out was a pleasant one.
Today's charter was delayed a bit, so the north winds could lay down. I had two ladies fishing with me today, and I thought it was a better idea to wait for better conditions. Cheryl and Diane met me at my house at 7am and we drove into town for some ice for the coolers, before heading on over to Mazurik's to launch.
That's it...I'm buying a regular alarm clock! I can't trust my phone anymore. I know I set the alarm last night before bed, and when I woke up this morning, I thought I had woken up before my alarm...which I do quite often, but when I looked at my phone it was showing a time of 3:43. I set the alarm for 2:45....now, I only had 15 minutes to feed the dogs, have a cup of coffee, and brush my teeth before grabbing my boat bag and heading out the door to go get my crew, who would be waiting for me at East Harbor Campground's welcome shack at 4:30am (with a 7 year old!).
This morning I had the pleasure of fishing with return customers, Don and his son David. Don was 79 when he started fishing with me, and is now 81. He and David make it an annual trip, to add to their memories together, and usually do it in June, but their trip had to be rescheduled, due to weather last month.