Funky Winter and Good Fishin'

First things first - Happy 2012 to you and yours.  I look back at 2011 with a smile.  Once again it was a year with many fish, and many great memories.  Thank you all for being a part of my journey.  Whether on the water, through the web, or in passing, you encourage me to chase my dream.  I am blessed to do what I do.  Thank you.

Now back to business.  We'll probably look back on the past 2 months and shake our head.  If it wasn't for a quick cold snap in early December, we'd have no ice at all.  It's been the oddest ice fishing season I've ever been a part of.  It's also been one of the most rewarding.  Since the start of the ice season, I've seen hundreds of walleyes swim through the hole.  I've been snapping pics as fast as I can get the camera out of the bag, and 20+ fish trips have been quite common.  The mild weather has kept us mobile and allowed us to fish new water.  A task that isn't as easy when it's -20.  Ice safety is still our top priority - luckily, we've found area's that support our effort. 

Some highlight include walleyes from 11 inches to 11 pounds.  My girlfriend pulled her first walleye through the ice.  Mike returned from Nashville to get in on the fun.  Bails grew the best beard I've ever seen, then lost it.  Good friends re-united on the ice and new friendships have been made.  The rest may best be told through photo's.  I hope you enjoy.  Blessings to you this year in your outdoor adventures!

  

First Ice is Nice!

One of my favorite days of the season has just come and gone.  It was the first day of ice fishing.  There's something special about it.  I can't explain it - luckily, I don't have to.  Usually I'm after walleyes, and usually it's on a lake.  This year was slightly different.  I chose to angle the river first.  If you've followed my ventures the last few seasons, you've noticed that I have a thing for the river.  It's simple - big walleyes and many of them.

I'm sure you are questioning my sanity right now, and to be honest, you have every right to do so.  Flowing water and ice is nothing to mess with.  One wrong step and you are gone forever.  With this in mind, we approached things carefully.  When I say carefully, I mean that a couple of friends had already been out two days prior and gave the green light. 

On Saturday morning we hopped down the river bank and cut our holes a mere 10 to 20 feet from shore.  10 feet seems weird, but it was where I wanted to fish.  In a straight line I drilled the holes watching them grow thinner with each cut.  The last hole I put a barrier down and said, "nobody walks past here, this is the line."

Over the next 2 hours we did what we do best.  Bails started the fun when he slid a nice eater walter through his hole.  Moments later Eric was on board with his own.  Bails followed that up again with a catch too large for the pan.  We snapped pictures and laughed about the ones we caught and the ones that got away.  My first two nibbles eventually broke my heart when they decided to release themselves.  Just how they grab a treble hook and let it go is something I will never understand.  After a couple of blunders I finally landed on board with a nice sauger.  At that point our bellies screamed for breakfast and we crawled back up the bank.  With a walleye dinner in hand, we did what we came to do.  I hope the ice treats each one of you very nice this year.  May the big guy up above bless you with many fishy tales to tell.  Until the next one bites, keep on livin' your dream!

**Disclaimer** - River fishing is great, but you must use caution.  If you are trying this for your first time, please let the ice thickness grow for a few weeks before you venture out.  It is very thin in most places. 

Ice Ice Baby...

Turning the page from one season to the next is always exciting.  For me, it's the opportunity to chase different creatures under different circumstances.  For the next few months, this will happen under a layer of ice.  I'm cool with that, just like many of you.  But, before I get caught up in what's about to happen (tomorrow morning to be exact), I want to look back at what has already gone down.  I realize that it's been months since I've journaled.  To date, this has been my longest dry spell ever.  I'm sorry for that, and I appreciate your continued support in following and waiting.

To say that my life has been crazy would be an understatement.  When I say crazy, I mean crazy in a good way.  I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams.  Much of what has occured over the last few months is hard to wrap my head around in one journal entry.  I'll sum it up the best I know how - with photo's and stories.

As many of you know, my world is ever evolving.  While I am still a fishing guide, it's only one piece to my puzzle.  My career in television production has grown and taken me places far and wide.  I'm sure I'll look back on it some day and have a better grasp of it all, but for now it is almost a blur.  I take my camera with me in hopes of capturing epic moments.  The rest is available for you to view on the Outdoor Channel in the coming months. 

I spent a stint in West Virginia filming for one of our shows called, Destination Polaris.  We rode ATV's through the mountains and clouds - literally.  I took a white water rapid plunge and conquered one of the top 5 rapids in the world.  They score it a 5+ on a scale of 1 to 5.  Lets just say that taking a 15 foot waterfall is something everyone should experience.  Because I was feeling tough, I jumped out and took one of the rapids laying on my back - sorry mom.  I also let go of my fear of heights on that trip and took a zip line down a mountain.  Wearing a camera, all of this was recorded for your viewing pleasure (see my helmet above).

South Dakota is the obvious pheasant mecca.  I left civilization for 5 days and experienced my best pheasant shoot to date.  Not much needs to be said except for these 3 things.  Great friends, great hunting, and great time.

When I think of Cape Cod, hunting is the last thing that comes to mind.  Well, until a few weeks ago.  Now when I think of this place, I think of coyotes and a funny fella by the name of Brian Downs.  He's pictured on the far right, and he's the guy that almost washed our truck away.  This hunt will be tough to forget.  Here's the jist - deflate your tires and drive the beach.  Carrying an Ipad logged in to Google Earth, we stop when the screen shows an opening in the sand dunes.  Get out, climb a sand dune and try to call coyotes out of the brush and into the rolling sand hills.  All the while the waves crash the shore behind you.  Then, go back to the truck and repeat these steps over and again until a coyote comes running or mother nature raises the tide and threatens to wash you away.  Both of these things happened. 

Over the course of 3 months, I've spent time in 11 different states.  Some for periods longer than I would have liked, and others not long enough.  I will conclude this by saying that Midwest folk are normal.  Period.

Muskies and Mille Lacs are two things that consume my November every year.  I'd love to buy a place up there in November and spend every day fishing it.  This year I hit the big lake only 4 times.  It was time well spent, but not because of the muskies.  I caught my largest snot rocket to date, and blanked on the lunge.  Good weather, good friends and a few monster fish made it all worth the while.  Even when Roseanne grabbed my heart and with her fat belly she crushed it.

In between all the fun I have managed to bag 3 deer.  One with my bow and 2 with the gun.  In the process, I experienced an evening of bow hunting that Michael Waddell would be envious of.  Even though I didn't let the string fly, I'll never forget the moment of having 8 bucks in view, and two 160 class monsters within 20 yards at the same time.  To walk out of that field that night with a doe in hand seems odd, but the full story would require an entire journal entry.

I'll conclude with a season of Thanks.  The day before Thanksgiving I spent on the water with the president of Rapala and their marketing wiz Jack.  To catch a muskie is one thing, to catch it on a Rapala lure with the president of such company - incredible.  That was only the beginning.  Shortly after that fish swam away I became an uncle.  While the fish is a great memory, it has nothing on Kingston James Petersen.  He's special in more ways than I know how to describe.  It's now my goal to make him the youngest man to catch a 50 inch muskie. 

I realize that I am a very blessed man.  I've known this for quite some time.  The best part is that now I can share it with another.  Yep, that's right, I found a girl.  And, I'll be man enough to admit that she holds a very large spot in my heart.  Truth be told, I don't want it any other way.  I'm excited for the future and all that it holds.  But for now, I can't wait to see what bites under the ice in the morning.  Until next time, keep on livin' your dream!

Here Ya Go, Dad!

Last night my dad reminded me about my lack of recent updates.  He asked if I quit fishing and said that some of his friends were also wondering if I quit fishing.  I chuckled and apologized for the story void.  Funny thing is, about 20 minutes later he complained when I wanted to take his picture.  I said, "Dad, how the heck do you expect me to tell a story about you if you won't let me take your picture?  You do realize that nobody believes fish tales unless there is a picture attached to prove it, don't you?"  A few minutes later and a few more words of encouragement, and he finally held his dinner for a quick photo.  Sheesh, it was like I asked him for his retirement savings or something.

We spent the evening together sharing one of my favorite father son moments - we went walleye fishing.  My dad and I don't fish together as much as we'd like, but when we do, it usually revolves around something he can eat.  Truthfully, I think he likes eating them more than he does catching them.  He won't admit this, but I believe it to be true.  Still, this works out well for me because I just like to catch fish (as if you couldn't tell). 

We grabbed a scoop of minnows and hit the blustery waters.  The nice thing about fishing on lake Minnetonka is that there is always a place to duck out of the wind.  Tonight, this wind break happened to create a current break and the walleyes were stacked on it.  In less than two hours, we managed to land more than a dozen walleyes and lose almost as many boatside.  I guess you could say the walleye chop made a difference.  My dad kept a few for dinner, and we tossed the rest back to grow for another day.  In the end he let me take his picture, and I came home with a story to tell.  The best part?  His friends will actually believe him.  Thanks for the great time on the water, dad.  I will never forget how many of them flopped off by the boat, and your horrible net job!  Until the next fish strikes, keep on livin' your dream!

Muskie Porn...

If you call yourself a muskie dude, then you're probably addicted to muskie porn like me.  In my opinion, it's almost as fun as catching the fish.  We don't keep the darn things, so we may as well take something from that fish to remember it forever.  We could steal a scale or a tooth, but that just isn't very logical, nor is it friendly.  Instead, we steal their pictures.  We post them on the internet and we email them to our friends.  With today's modern technology, most of my clients and friends even steal a picture with their phone and immediately text it to their buddies.  If a muskie has been caught, odds are that 10 of your closest friends know about the fish before you even get off the lake.  However you dice it up, it's our version of porn and it's one of the reasons we spend hours busting our butts over a fish. 

I could stare at muskie porn all day.  I'm not proud of it, but its the truth.  In an effort to increase my viewing pleasure, I've been working on my photo quality and capturing the essence of the moment.  I've only begun to dabble with photography, and a few of my friends have done the same.  Last week my best muskie buddy, Mike Ernst, returned home from Nashville.  He brought his camera and we went on the muskie quest.  It didn't take long and we captured a few images for his lens.  Instead of snapping the photo's, I was lucky enough to be in them.  I believe muskie fishing is an emotional sport, and I think Mike nailed the action with his pics.  High quality porn if you will. 

To capture a good muskie shot is usually quite difficult.  It requires the right fish, the right holder and the right lighting.  Not to mention that 98% of my effort goes into making sure the muskie is handled correctly and released healthy.  I suspect that I usually take about 10 to 15 seconds to get the shot, then the fish returns to the water.  It's not easy, but I find it quite enjoyable when the quality turns out.  The right hold and the right angle of the fish can make or break the picture.  The fun part about being a guide is that I get to experience this chaotic moment with new people all of the time.  I bark orders and they look at me funny.  In in the end we laugh at the pics and share them with everyone we know.  Just another reason why I love my job.  Until the next muskie strikes, keep on livin' the dream!