Julie G. - Ice Fishing on Lake Superior
Last winter right after Christmas I had the days off between the holidays. Dad told me he wanted to take a trip up to Ashland, WI and go ice fishing on Lake Superior. My main concern was that I had no money due to some medical bills I had racked up. Immediately he said that wasn't a problem and he would foot the bill if I would come along. I could just buy him dinner or something.
So after Christmas we packed up and off we went. He drove us all the way up there about a 5 hour drive. We had our hotel set and plans to go out fishing with a fishing guide the next day "Hudson's On the Spot". We were up early and dressed warm. All we had to do was meet the guide and he would take us out so we didn't need any fishing gear, just the 12 pack of Leinie's we had picked up.
It didn't take real long and soon we were getting flag after flag catching brown trout. We took turns pulling them in and even caught a few on our jigging poles. I even had time to throw back a couple Leinie's flavor of the season "Snow Drift" and catch a quick cat nap in the ice shanti.
We had so much fun we decided to do some site seeing the next day instead of trying to go it on our own with the ice fishing. We walked around Bayfield, WI and even though almost everything was closed for the season, Dad let me stop at a coffee shop, a quilt shop and to take some pictures on a scenic bridge and stop to do some gambling:
On our way back we decided to stay on night in Eagle River before we headed to meet everyone up at the cabin for New Year's weekend. I was so distraught because I really wanted to stop at a winery, but all of them had been closed for the season. It just so happened that the way we took back to the cabin we ran into a beautiful winery called Three Lakes Winery and we did a wine tasting at 10AM in the morning. Again Dad had to drive because they were a little too generous with the wine samples:
This trip was so special to me because it was something I shared with my Dad. He was so generous taking care of all the bills and on the trip and told me he would much rather spend his money doing things with his kids now then leave it for us after he was gone. I'm so glad he did. I will never forget this amazing trip I took with my Dad.
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Dick G. - Catfish on the Rock River
So - It was in April of 2010 I called up Rog to let him know I was off of work and since it was the spring walleye run I knew he would want to go out fishing. We met up the next day to go out by Blackhawk Island in Fort Atkinson and we were making drifts, but not having much luck. After being out an hour or so and a lot of snags in our lines, Rog let me know he was caught on the bottom again. I was going to hold my line up to miss the snag and I found my line also was snagged. Suddenly it didn't feel like a normal snag because after a few seconds the "snag" was drifting along with us and actually pulling back. Once we determined it was a fish the fight was one. After about 20 minutes it came up to the surface, we saw a very large fin and thought to ourselves.. holy BLEEP! The fish dove back down to the bottom. After a few more minutes it came back up to the surface and Rog was able to net it was his classic Rog style broken net. We got it in the boat and into the livewell and we didn't know what to do with the fish so we called Julie to meet us at home to take photos.
Rog stuck around for the photos, but had to take off shortly after. After he had gone Julie and I realized we had no idea what to do with this giant fish and no decent way to return him to the river. We ended up putting the fish in a large garbage bag, put it in our car trunk and dumped the still alive fish back into the river.
The fish was 32 pounds and 40".
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Ezra S. - Its A Bass Story
It was a warm August day, 2009. Hodge had already taken the row boat onto Baitenger Lake, The beautiful body of water that was just steps from his cherished land...aka Lake Hodge. Nick Miller, Andy Scullin and I were looking to fish as well that day, that exact time actually. The three of us hopped into the paddle boat and made our way out, keeping a safe distance from Hodge. God knows how upset he might be if we disrupted the fish. Anyway, approximately an hour down the line, we see Hodge pulling in something of reasonable size. So we paddle towards him, and get about 100 feet from his boat to get a closer look. Reminding you that Hodge was a little hard of hearing, I yell "What do you got there, Hodge?!"... "What?!" he reply's...So I yell again, "What is it?!"..."It's A Bass!" Hodge yells as he's taking it off the hook. All three of us just staring at him (for he was a master at his work). "How big is it?!" I yell... Hodge looks towards our boat and yells "What?!". I repeated "How big is it!?!"...Hodge reply's again "What!?" finally, all three of us make one last synchronized attempt at the Question "HOW BIG IS IT!!!?" we screamed...Hodge looks at us, looks at the bass, looks back at us one last time and yells..."It's a Bass!"
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Julie G.
Last winter right after Christmas I had the days off between the holidays. Dad told me he wanted to take a trip up to Ashland, WI and go ice fishing on Lake Superior. My main concern was that I had no money due to some medical bills I had racked up. Immediately he said that wasn't a problem and he would foot the bill if I would come along. I could just buy him dinner or something.
So after Christmas we packed up and off we went. He drove us all the way up there about a 5 hour drive. We had our hotel set and plans to go out fishing with a fishing guide the next day "Hudson's On the Spot". We were up early and dressed warm. All we had to do was meet the guide and he would take us out so we didn't need any fishing gear, just the 12 pack of Leinie's we had picked up.
It didn't take real long and soon we were getting flag after flag catching brown trout. We took turns pulling them in and even caught a few on our jigging poles. I even had time to throw back a couple Leinie's flavor of the season "Snow Drift" and catch a quick cat nap in the ice shanti.
We had so much fun we decided to do some site seeing the next day instead of trying to go it on our own with the ice fishing. We walked around Bayfield, WI and even though almost everything was closed for the season, Dad let me stop at a coffee shop, a quilt shop and to take some pictures on a scenic bridge and stop to do some gambling:
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Dick G. - Catfish on the Rock River
So - It was in April of 2010 I called up Rog to let him know I was off of work and since it was the spring walleye run I knew he would want to go out fishing. We met up the next day to go out by Blackhawk Island in Fort Atkinson and we were making drifts, but not having much luck. After being out an hour or so and a lot of snags in our lines, Rog let me know he was caught on the bottom again. I was going to hold my line up to miss the snag and I found my line also was snagged. Suddenly it didn't feel like a normal snag because after a few seconds the "snag" was drifting along with us and actually pulling back. Once we determined it was a fish the fight was one. After about 20 minutes it came up to the surface, we saw a very large fin and thought to ourselves.. holy BLEEP! The fish dove back down to the bottom. After a few more minutes it came back up to the surface and Rog was able to net it was his classic Rog style broken net. We got it in the boat and into the livewell and we didn't know what to do with the fish so we called Julie to meet us at home to take photos.
Rog stuck around for the photos, but had to take off shortly after. After he had gone Julie and I realized we had no idea what to do with this giant fish and no decent way to return him to the river. We ended up putting the fish in a large garbage bag, put it in our car trunk and dumped the still alive fish back into the river.
The fish was 32 pounds and 40".
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Ezra S. - Its A Bass Story
It was a warm August day, 2009. Hodge had already taken the row boat onto Baitenger Lake, The beautiful body of water that was just steps from his cherished land...aka Lake Hodge. Nick Miller, Andy Scullin and I were looking to fish as well that day, that exact time actually. The three of us hopped into the paddle boat and made our way out, keeping a safe distance from Hodge. God knows how upset he might be if we disrupted the fish. Anyway, approximately an hour down the line, we see Hodge pulling in something of reasonable size. So we paddle towards him, and get about 100 feet from his boat to get a closer look. Reminding you that Hodge was a little hard of hearing, I yell "What do you got there, Hodge?!"... "What?!" he reply's...So I yell again, "What is it?!"..."It's A Bass!" Hodge yells as he's taking it off the hook. All three of us just staring at him (for he was a master at his work). "How big is it?!" I yell... Hodge looks towards our boat and yells "What?!". I repeated "How big is it!?!"...Hodge reply's again "What!?" finally, all three of us make one last synchronized attempt at the Question "HOW BIG IS IT!!!?" we screamed...Hodge looks at us, looks at the bass, looks back at us one last time and yells..."It's a Bass!"
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Julie G.
A few years back Dad and I took a weekend trip up to Sturgeon Bay. We had gone out fishing all day and didn’t have much luck. I told him that perhaps I should try casting with a daredevil and as always dropped what he was doing to change the bait on my pole. Within a few casts I had one on the line and it was a big one. Dad got all the other lines in and soon we found this fish was dragging us down the river. Of course I was screaming out of excitement which alerted the other fishermen who had to pick up their anchors and move because the fish was dragging us straight towards them. After what seemed like an eternity I reeled the fish in and it was a nice sized king salmon. We took the boat in and with pride my Dad told anyone who would listen about the fish his daughter had caught. He later told me of all the times he had been out fishing that was his favorite fishing memory.
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Jason S.
Dad and I went to the Wolf River because we had heard the whitebass run had started in Fremont. We had tried fishing by the rocks for awhile but really weren't getting anything. I had noticed that there were a lot of minnows and fish jumping and we figured they were carp but just wanted to catch fish at that point.
We quickly found out that the jumping fish were the actual whitebass we were chasing and started throwing baits that mimicked the jumping minnows. We caught fish on every cast for about an hour and had such a blast that we had no idea how many fish we had caught. We later counted that we had a total of 50 fish and Dad probably only landed 10 fish on his own because he spent most of his time taking fish off the hook for me so that I could catch another one quickly. He had always told me that he had way more fun watching us kids catch fish and have a good time than him being the one to pull them in on his own.
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