Cold Fronts and Sloooooowww Fishin Stories...

[iceranger792]

Lets hear em! Exaggerators welcome...

[Zoob]

There was one time, where I caught no fish for an entire two day jaunt!

Wait, what? That's not what you meant by slow stories?

[iceranger792]

This is gonna be a Hot thread! Just wait till we hear mondays reports. it'll all make sense then. Note to everyone; keep beer in cab she's gonna be a cold one!

[paceman]

I actually think it will be a good weekend for fishing. The temps won't be too bad. -15 for lows, 5 to 10 above for highs, light wind. Just another average winter weekend.

[frigid_holes]

This last weekend I started fishing Thursday night around 10pm. From then through Friday night when the cold from came through, we caught ~25 walleyes. Saturday was rainy, snowy, and windy, Sunday COLD and windy, same with Monday and Tuesday. The walleyes almost completely shut off, except for 1 or 2 each night. They were down there, but no appetite at all.

[Zoob]

frigid - it was the same for me. During the rain, it was banging. Once the cold settled in - it shut off. Not to mention my 20lb tank ran out (was burning up what was left over from summer grilling), so I wasn't entirely patient anymore.

[tsande00]

When I was a kid fishing on Mille Lacs (probably about 7 or 8) I was messing around outside the shack for awhile. Probably playing with frozen pout or banking the house a bit more. Anyways, I come back in the house to check the lines and I find one of the rattle reals is COMPLETELY out of line (still attached, but nothing left spooled). My heart immediately begins to pound...I've never seen anything like this before. I start to slowly pull up on the line, it feels like the fish must be gone. DARN!. But then wait, there is a little something there after all. I set the hook (was probably already set, lol) and begin to pull. Felt like a 40 pound fish down there! Hand over hand I tug the line up. I could barely lift the dang thing up as it fought to stay down. Finally I see a flash of gold, my eyes grow wide like saucers. Not knowing what to do I start screaming for my dad in a near by shack, but he doesn't hear me. I decide to go for it and pull it out of the hole. Right as it gets above the ice the line snaps and the fish falls back on top of the ice hole. As it's flopping about on top of the ice I start to panic, thinking it might slip back down the hole. "No way it makes it down that little 8" hole", I think after more thought. I run to the door and open it up and start screaming again for dad to come help. "Boy is dad and his buddies gonna be proud when they see this!", I thought. I had never seen a walleye this big, (alive) in my whole life at this point...and we fished Mille Lacs all the time as a kid. Finally he answers and says he's on his way. I run back to the hole in excitement. "Boy is dad and his buddies gonna be proud when they see this!", I thought. I had never seen a walleye this big, alive, in my whole life at this point...and we fished Mille Lacs all the time as a kid.

Fish gone. Tears start flowing. The big one that got away. I got down on my knees and looked around under the floor of the shack, but nothing...

I'll never know how big it was, and I'm sure memory has exaggerated it to epic proportions, but I remember at the time thinking it was bigger than the one hanging on our basement wall (8.5 pounds).

I'll never forget that experience, and perhaps loosing the fish was for the better...makes for great memories. When I finally did land a nice walleye several years later I felt a lot better about loosing this other one.

Almost 30 now and still chasing that one that got away!