I was planning on getting this done in the airport in Las Vegas yesterday, but I ended up getting an earlier flight and did not have time to do this. So after much prodding from Julie, here is a tale of high seas adventure in pursuit of large fish...
"They call me Ishmael..." Oh wait, there were no giant white whales in this story.
It all started last may when Mom made Dad bid on a fishing trip on Lake Erie for Walleye at the Hospice Auction. Long story short, they won the trip. Mom gave it to me as a birthday present. Soon I was in contact with the captain, Les, who said "lets wait a few weeks and see if the lake cools down; its too warm to catch anything now." Later that summer "All the fish moved to Cleveland; its still too warm." So after 5 months of waiting for the lake to cool, it was decided we would go on the first weekend in November. "Its going to be cold, but we can catch some big fish," Les told me over the phone.
Since the fish were still in Ohio water, Mom and I had to meet Les and his buddy John down in Huron, OH. We made the 2 hr drive from Detroit and met for bacon and eggs before hitting the water. The fish get lazy in the fall and don't start biting until later in the day. After we ate, we grabbed fishing licenses, donned our snow pants, coats, hats, and gloves, and were on the water by 9:30.
Les is of the opinion to let his guests help out on the boat, so we all helped get lures ready and rig the poles. We hit the 3-4ft. chop head on into the wind getting sprayed and soaked, but it was a sunny day and we quickly dried out. We set our lines and began trolling. It was a slow start, bobbing up and down watching the roller coasters of Cedar Point on the western horizon. The radio was quiet, with the occasional report of a walleye here and there biting on a variety of lures with no pattern to their depth or preference. After about 2 hours, we broke into the snacks. I opened the Milky Ways and was just finishing my first one, when we got our first bite. The flag on the floating board went down and we began reeling in. John marked the spot on GPS and soon we netted our first big one. He was at least 5 lbs and over 20 inches. High Fives all around. 3 minutes later, Mom landed another big fish about the same size. Before we knew it, we had landed 4 nice big walleye.

We made several passes over the same area--there were dozens of walleye showing up on the fish finder. They were all pretty lazy passing up our lures. I broke out the Milky Ways again and guess what? They started biting again! It seemed to go in spurts like that all day. We would get two or three fish all at once, net them, and it would be quiet again. Every time I ate a Milky Way, the fish became active again.
Around 4:30, we started heading south to the boat launch. Them Mom hooked a "Lunker" (in the words of Johannes, my German exchange student brother from years ago). She reeled in a 10 pounder over 28 inches long! A beautiful fish.


Soon after that, we had more bites, reeling in another 3 fish. We decided it was time to head in before it got dark...we still had to clean the fish and then had a 2 hour drive back to Detroit. As I was reeling in the last line, Les said "hey, do you have one on there?" I double checked the line and saw a bend in the pole. "Yup," I said "I didn't even realize it." So there we were, netting another 5-6 pounder!
We pulled in the boat, headed to Les' hotel which caters to fishermen and had a cleaning station. After pictures with our catch, we took another 40 minutes to clean them all and bag them up. Then Mom and I were on our way back home. We had to meet Julie and Dad who stayed home with Kyper. (Dad had taken him out to the mall and to the pet store.; he had a new fan when Kyper saw all the dogs.)


Overall, we had about 16 bites, lost one lure and netted 13 fish resulting in over 60 pounds of walleye! (before cleaning). There was not enough room in my freezer for my share, so I am storing my fish with my parents--hopefully it doesn't all disappear! Actually, we have more than enough, so if anyone is in Holland any time soon, and wants some fish, give my parents a call.
Before this trip, I had become disillusioned about fishing. In all my years, I would catch a sunfish here and there, but never anything big--even on a deep sea fishing trip in Florida, only 1 person caught a decent sized fish in the entire afternoon we were out (my brother JP also caught a rock, but that is a story for another time). Growing up, we would fish for Northern Pike on the St. Mary's River in Sault Ste. Marie, but I only ever got 1 bite--and soon after that, the fish population dwindled and we quit our annual fishing trip. This trip to Lake Erie restored my faith in fishing.
People actually do catch fish. And if you wait until November, you can catch some Monsters.