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| I wanted to fish Pigeon Lake again, at least for the two days of the long weekend, camp-site availability permitting of course. (grin) I set my alarm clock earlier that night (2:30am), in order to escape the probable long-weekend heavy traffic.
The morning was quiet, with some light breeze coming from the North, when I put my boat in. I tried the Gagnoon Narrows as well as the surrounding area till 8:30am but without any luck. It was then, when I decided to move over to the Northern part of the lake. My hopes got shattered, when I observed a boat house parked at my (anticipated) camp-site. Well, it was going to be only one day of fishing then, I thought.
At 9:15am I went on casting the deep shoreline but this time I wanted to replace my Sledge with something else. The surface temperature was about 73Fo. I wanted the lure to be something more erratic and, errr.. speedy? Hmmmm, I grabbed my 10" jointed Believer (black top + white belly) and made my cast. I think I read it somewhere that a Believer can be used as a topwater too, if very slowly retrieved. I made my second cast, drove the lure under, paused, and... as soon as I let the lure surfaced and started slow cranking - BANG, the surface got broken. She wasn't big (only 36") but she was my very first fish caught on a Believer. Am I finally getting a believer? (grin) She was very well hooked too. Believe it or not, it nearly cost me another hand accident when two hooks from the tail treble happened to be in the way of the thrashing in the net fish. I thought I should've been thankful to the glove I had on as the hook tips did not penetrate through; only scratched skin a little.
After about an hour of pounding steep rocky shoreline I said, "Think Man, Think!.... Where do you think they are?". I went back to Sledge, thinking I should cast a good looking island. The Northern, windward deep side of the island did not produce anything. As I moved behind, to the shallower lee-side, my Sledge finally contacted a fish. I moved over a weedflat, fan casting it. The lure and the fish found each other at the boat side and... before I even thought to figure-8, the babe just smashed it! Boohoo, you now know how exciting the boat side strike is and so is the fight. I netted this 40" babe to find that my Sledge rear treble was tangled on another someone else's line. I had to cut the hook and later replace it to speed up the unhooking process but that other line was at least 10 feet long with a tiny hook stuck in the fish's jaw flash.
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Rgrds,
MS
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