Never too quiet, cold or lonely to fish
It is late fall and the rivers are flowing fast and high, but this only means that the fishing is just getting started. The walleye bite is on and now is a great time to take advantage of it.
There is something about standing in the middle of a river with temperatures hovering around freezing and casting into the darkness with the hopes of hooking up with one of the golden creatures of the night.
Here is a little excerpt from a cold night I spent standing in the flowing river:
The river pushed against my legs as I slowly made my way cross current. The water sounded as though it was talking to me as it bubbled and swirled around my legs. It was as though it was telling me that I was not alone out here. I may have been fishing alone, but there were others with me in spirit and a calm came over me. I had come out to not only chase the elusive night creatures, but to escape from the negative that seemed to surround me during the day. My mind had been cleared of all the negative thoughts and worries that plagued me during the day and now it was just me and the river having a conversation. It was a quiet conversation and often I found myself just standing there watching the water swirl and flow around me.
The area I was fishing was long gravel/rock flat that had a deeper hole at the end of it where it met up with the bridge. The streetlights had lit up the water near the bridge and there was a defined dark line at the bridge where the light could not venture. I made fan casts cross current and let the bait be pushed by the current across the gravel flat and into the dark reaches of the bridge. I would twitch twice and pause, twitch and reel, twitch twice and pause again. On the second pause the rod was jolted almost out of my hands and I set the hooks into a good fish. This was no rock as I felt the familiar head thumps of a golden marble eye creature at the end of my line.
With the current in his favor the fish fought hard and peeled drag on a couple of short runs. I kept constant pressure on the fish as I knew that this fish would break the fish less streak of my night. Slowly I gained on the fish until it had tired enough to bring in to hand. I was in the middle of the river with no cameraman, but I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity to capture this fish’s likeness on camera. I worked my way back to shore and posed for a couple of shots. After posing I eased the creature into the water in a slack area where it took a moment for him to realize he was free and he bolted back into the depths.
Some say that it must be boring to fish alone. These are the same people that are sitting at home on their couch watching TV and not getting out to experience what is around them. Sometimes you just have to open up your mind and let what is around you speak to you. Listen to it and soak it up. Sometimes being along, isn’t what you think it is. It's time to get out and hit the water for some great walleye action.