9-01-04 - Another Dark, uneventful night.
Waters Fished: Kenosha Harbor
Fish Caught: 0/1
Outing Date: 9-01-04
Air Temp: 60's
Water Temp: Didn't take it - still warm
Water Level: Normal
Water Color: pitch black..you tell me.
Fish Species: Brown Trout, King Salmon
Pattern Fished: Kastmasters, Cleos, Krocodiles etc..
Pattern Color: Threw the box at 'em
Fishing Quality: Poor
Yeah, another dark night at the harbor with no pictures. On the
upside, Glow Cleos are on sale for just over $2.00 at Bass Pro through
the 6th. GO GET 'EM!
After that stop, I was determined to blow off some steam at the
harbor. Showed up around 8:00 and just as I was unpacking Ken arrived
too! We tried some new spots on the rocks..difficult places to land
fish from but since they're also difficult to get to, perhaps the
new location might prove worthwhile.
It was in some respects...as I flutted a Blue & Silver Kastmaster
my line simply went tight and I set the hook. At first it just felt
like dead weight, but then it started pulling and it kept on pulling.
It felt like I was hooked to a rock that was moving. At the very
least, I personally concluded that this fish must be fouled.
My drag was screamin' and the fish ran straight along the wall.
At any given moment I could've been rubbed off, and eventually I
think that's what happened. The angler to the right of me said he
saw the fish...at first he said it "looked good, was swiming
right" but I told him that I thought it was fouled. His reply,
"Well if it makes you feel any better he was in the tail."
OK, was this fish fair or foul? Doesn't matter...all I got back
when I finally had all my line in was my spoon.
Ken and I moved down for a bit and ran into Gander Mountain Ron
and his buddy Jim; again they had a King. I had seen a brown landed
earlier, so once again both species are around. Our two new friends
suggested we try the north pier...the SE winds may push the fish
over there and create a good current for fluttering.
We got out there around 10:15 or so to find one smaller king laying
on the concrete. That's a hopeful sign. Of course, hope doesn't
equate to success...Ken and I tossed again, and again, and never
touched a fish. I thought we might go back to the harbor interior
until we found out we had been out there for 1 hour and 45 minutes!
Man the time just flew...definitely time to call it a night.
Pretty much the harbor is still hit & miss...which of course
means that while I'm in SW WI and SE MN this weekend it should be
on fire ;) Enjoy the Holiday Crowd guys...maybe I'll run into ya