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Just Fishing

Green Bay

Mon, August 25, 2014

So I mentioned we were going to finish off summer in grand style with a guided fishing trip for giant muskies on southern Lake Michigan near Green Bay, Wisconsin, arguably one of the 3 best big fish destinations in the lower 48. On August 5, we set out with high hopes around 7 am. We had a 6 hour guide trip scheduled with Brett Alexander and the plan was to get Cam a 50 incher. An hour an a half in, around East Troy, Wisconsin things would begin to change. A terrible noise began coming out of the back end of the van. I thought it was the hubs on the trailer. I got off to the side of the road. Smoke was coming out of the back left tire. Not good. I limped to East Troy and called a garage I take had done my brakes just a couple weeks back. They said it would be under warranty but that wasn’t much consolation. Fortunately I found a garage and they said they could fix it. 90 minutes later we were on our way. It seemed like a miracle. We were still going to make our trip. Then in Milwaukee the vibration and noise started again. It really shook the van and was scary in city traffic. Again I got off and found a Monroe Tire this time. This time I wasn’t so lucky. They said the driving I did burned up the fluids and damaged the front brakes. They could do the work but it would be over 800 dollars. The first stop I had already dropped almost 200. And now it didn’t look like I’d be able to get to Green Bay on time to fish. Wow, did this suck. These guys were really nice and got us going as quick as they could. It seemed like if we hustled maybe we could fish from 4 till dark. Brett was ok with that so we started down the road again. And you guessed it. The van started shaking and shuddering AGAIN! Did I say these guys at Monroe were nice? They drove out and found us, took the boat off, and then started figuring out what was wrong besides the brakes. It was in the transmission! It took another 3 hours but they got us going. We called Brett and told him we couldn’t make it. We set up the next day with an associate of his Drew Grissman. We met at Geano Beach Resort and did a 6 hour trip. Here’s the only picture I took. I guess I pretty much freaked out and that included not taking any pictures.


Green Bay


It was amazing to see so much water and consider that muskies were swimming around in there. Drew set us up with rubber. I threw a big tube. Cam threw a bulldawg. After going out into the lake for what seemed like forever Drew throttled down and told us we were on the spot. We would be fishing a large rock/sand shelf that came up as shallow as 5 feet. We lobbed our baits and pulled, did our figure 8, and then did it again. About 8:30 I got bit. I leaned back hard and the rod doubled up on what seemed like a good fish. Immediately we saw it boil on the surface and then it was gone. Bummer. I hate rubber baits and that’s why. It can be hard to get hooks in a fish. And that would be it. We worked hard through a number of spots and then did do a little trolling. We wanted to do this to see the process since our plan was to do this on our own in the afternoon and the next day. As we set up it was clear that the area was full of floating weeds and trolling was going to be next to impossible. Not only that but the wind direction was perfectly wrong and our little boat was going to have a heck of a time out there on such big water.


We finished up at 12:30. Drew was great. Once again I took out a guide and didn’t get a fish. This just seems to happen to me over and over. We launched our boat and wanted to start by trolling a bit. We set up but the wind and the weeds got the best of us pretty quick. We settled for getting back up on some of the casting spots we had learned earlier in the day. We fished hard but had no action.


The motel I picked wasn’t too nice and Cam and I weren’t too sure we were feeling ok. We thought maybe there was mold in the a/c or something or maybe it was just the stress of the trip with all the van nonsense. Anyhow, we launched, fished, and stuck out. Still pretty cool to be fishing Green Bay. I wish I’d have taken more water shots. Watching some of the guys work across these huge bars throwing those bigs rubber baits in the early morning light was something. I was stressing about the van so we called it early and headed for home. It was one of the longest trips i can ever recall but we did make it. I wanted to kiss the ground when we got home. But mostly I was disappointed the trip was so negatively impacted by a vehicle that had been nothing but good to us for its whole life!

Sometime this fall we hope to get back up there and maybe then we’ll get another chance at one of those giant Green Bay muskies.


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