John, Stephen and I went to Wingra on New Year’s Eve to chase lunkers. Suffice it to say, we didn’t catch any.
John did have a flag go up only to find that his shiner minnow was gone, so that may have been something, but for the most part the experience taught us how nice a shelter of some kind would be to have.
Hope you enjoy the photographs! There’ll be more throughout the winter, hopefully some of which will have us holding some nice fish.
Sunrise on the Ice – Lake Wingra, December 2012
Good Ol’ Beaver Dam Tip-ups
Stephen Rose working the hole
Flag Up! for John Jackels
Gloves off. The worst part of it.
Hook Set – Nothing there.
Stephen Rose considers what it means to be a man.
Waiting for the spool to turn
Six tip-ups marching toward Vilas Park, Madison, Wisconsin
We’ve really been taking advantage of Lake Wingra this summer. Late last week we had a picnic at the lake and afterwards we went out and played in the water. It’s a great way to shake off that triple-digit heat.
Enjoy the pics!
Bode, King of the Paddleboard.
Paddleboard Battles on Wingra
Bode and Sawyer enjoying the water on Wingra
Looks like Sawyer took that round.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself. We’ve got it good.
Nice match guys.
Having fun Shep?
A happy, relaxed kid.
Until next time…
I live in a neighborhood that borders Lake Wingra, and this summer we’ve taken full advantage of that. We joined Wingra Boats and now have access to all of their canoes, kayaks, rowboats, and stand-up paddle boards.
My buddy and neighbor Stephen Rose has also joined up (he made me do it, actually) and yesterday he took his sons and I took two of mine “down to the lake”, as we say, for some fun in the water. The boys handle the kayaks beautifully, and even though it was windy, Stephen took out a stand-up paddle board. As you can see from the pics, these things make great play platforms. In a word, they are Awesome!
Hope you enjoy the photographs…
Shepard loves the lake!
Good times on Lake Wingra
It’s summer! Woo Hooo!
Bode, Joe, Heron, and Stephen on Lake Wingra
Fun Factor: Off the chart.
There’s a happy young man.
I’m pretty sure this guy has gills somewhere.
S.U.P on Lake Wingra
Yesterday evening I had the opportunity to get out on my local lake, Lake Wingra, in Madison. The lake is across the street from my humble abode.
I have a “boat” in the “marina” there. I use quotes here because, while both of those nouns within the quotes are true, the sight of either may not make you green with envy (but, as the local joke goes, swimming in the water would probably make you green).
I have a twelve foot long flat-bottomed rowboat acquired two years ago for free from a guy who had it leaning up against his barn since about 1981. I patched it up, replaced the wood seats and transom, and put a coat of paint on it, and it serves me very well, enabling me to get anywhere on Lake Wingra in about 10 minutes using my 38-lb-thrust Minkota trolling motor (also given to me by the farmer).
The marina is dreadfully shallow, even for a boat with a flat bottom, and it looks more like a lily pad water garden that it does a proper place to navigate a boat. The local boat house rental place owns and operates the marina and a couple of years ago they had the whole thing dredged so their rental customers could take boats in and out of the marina without trouble. When I say they had the whole thing dredged I actually mean everything except the area around where people store their own boats. We are left to deal with water depths of anywhere from twelve to twentyfour inches and choked with thick-stemmed lily pads.
Oh Well. I have a boat on a lake and I can go from my front door to my favorite fishing spot in about fifteen minutes, and that includes the walk. It could be worse. A lot worse.
Madison - A city surrounded by water
So, as I was saying, I went out yesterday evening at about six o’clock with my ten-year-old dog and my three-year-old son, both of whom are excellent companions and friends of mine, always up for just about any adventure. I’m in the mode, now that autumn, and then winter, are on the horizon, that I’m looking to get fishing in just about whenever I can. It will be cold soon, you know? So out we went, crossing from the north shore to the south shore of the lake, over to that spot where the bluegills are always hungry.
I rigged up the fly rod as we motored across and by the time we were in the vicinity I was ready to throw that bug out to those waiting fishes.
There were fish rising everywhere, slurping bugs off the top of the water, and somehow you think those big ripples in the water that are made when fish rise can only be made by pretty big fish. By the look of it there are nothing but twenty-inch largemouth bass in the lake.
About every third cast I had a fish on. A bluegill, of course. And they weren’t large, either.
But once I did get something larger on, probably a ten-inch largemouth, and I decided to ask my son to help me reel it in.
Well, a three-year-old doesn’t turn a fly reel crank very quickly, and the fish dove for the weeds and stayed put. Some gentle pulling, followed by forceful yanking did not produce a fish, but instead produced a fly with a broken hook. I feel better about that than I do thinking about a fish swimming around with a full fly or lure stuck in its mouth.
Then the sun was setting and my wonderful son was yawning, so we headed back across the lake to the north shore, struggling to plow through the weeds in the marina. Boat tied up, dog and kid safely back on terra firma, and back home for bedtime. Another great fishing experience.
Me and my doggie went fishing tonight…
I had a very enjoyable Sunday. My boys and I had breakfast downtown and spent some time walking around our incredible capitol building (perfect for our incredible state, don’t you think?).
Bode San does the swan - He watched the Karate Kid for the first time last week
Sawyer leaping, Shepard drinking
My name is Sawyer. I'm king of this town.
Back at home we enjoyed the first warm day of spring and planted some veggies in our garden with mom, flew kites at the park, and enjoyed ice cream treats on the shore of Lake Wingra.
Then, at about 3:30, I bid farewell to my wonderful family and headed west in my new 1994 Toyota Previa, known affectionately as “Jay Ford Thurston” with Stephen Rose riding shotgun.
After a short stop at the “Cold Comfort” Farm to ask permission to walk across a field (we were summarily denied by the farm owners girlfriend, who told us “He doesn’t even let me go back there!”, but who was also very friendly and helpful and told us an alternate route to the stream), we were at our stream du jour where we saw some fish rising to midges, BWOs, and maybe some mayflies. Try as we did, nothing would take the artificial versions we offered.
A cool thunderstorm rolled through, a large deer was spotted, and the peanut butter and jelly tasted better than ever. Best of all, we found new territory, complete with rock cliffs and incredible water. The only thing missing were the fish tugging on the line.
I did manage to fool a nice fat brown trout out from under a log in about the most beautiful riffle-into-a-bend pool up against a cliff wall that I’ve ever seen. I will forever have the moment and the image of that place burned into my memory, but I can’t share it with you because I didn’t have a camera and my phone had lost its charge. Perhaps that makes the experience all the more sweet, helping me remember that those things done in life but not caught on film still did happen.
And here’s a plea:
Stephen has been a busy man lately. But I miss his voice on this blog. So if you’re reading this now, send a thought out into the ether to ask Stephen to post some photos of our outing last night, and to write some words about the experience. We were both there yesterday evening. Stephen, did you know that this blog is not currently being considered for any awards? You don’t even need a picture of a fish to make a post! Hell, I just put images of my kids in downtown Madison in my posts (and aren’t they great?)!