This afternoon I caught a walleye and while fumbling for my camera, I fumbled the fish. There is no picture; this normally wouldn't make the cut for a blog entry. However it was noteworthy because it was my first walleye (or maybe a sauger, I didn't have time to check) on the fly.
The fly was Meat Whistle, not the one shown but a white/orange one I tied ages ago. I was dredging the bottom with a painfully slow retrieve and hoping to convince bass to bite despite chilly water. The ten incher really made my day...chalk up another species for my fly rod.
I supposed it's fitting to catch a cool water species, the water is really getting cold. The bass bite has tanked and it took a couple hours of blanket time to bring my body temp back up. I'm too stubborn to hang it up for the year, maybe this is just a clue I should give up on bass.
Next time I'll be in long johns and barely be able to lace up over 2-3 pairs of socks. I think crappie should be shallow again...