Kevin and Donny Go Camping

Well first of all the inspiration for this trip was found in one of the families staying in one of our cabins, the Butts family. They had come back from Moon Lake the night before our trip with a stringer full of walleyes. As soon as Donny saw this he had to go investigate and came back grinning from ear to ear and told me that our bass fishing trip had been swapped for a walleye trip. Fast forward to the next day after work and we were soon on our way. We made the short canoe paddle to Moon in good time and were out fishing as soon as the tent was set up. Unfortunately for us there were two anglers in the spot that we wanted to fish as soon as we got there. They were anchored in and clearly not going anywhere as they were certainly in the honey hole. We were forced to paddle the shores trying to get fish. As soon as Donny hooked into a small bass, and that wasn't very soon at all, I knew that we weren't going to get anything worthy of going on the brag board that night. It's a tradition among Donny and myself that whenever fishing is slow one of us will reel in a small bass that signals the end of the night. We headed back to camp and made a late dinner. Donny deemed it necessary to capture the moment when he saw me eating Jiffy Pop.

The next morning we woke up late and decided to hit Flour Lake as the DNR stocking reports showed that Flour was full of walleyes. It wasn't, at least for us. The highlight of the Flour trip was when I reeled in a log. We left Flour a little crestfallen as we had hoped that it would be an easy trip to get an easy walleye dinner. Well needless to say I was questioning our decision to go walleye fishing this trip as we walked the portage back to Moon. When we got back we made friends with a chipmunk that Donny dubbed Chippy. We had a good time tossing him crackers and watching him grab them and store them for the upcoming winter. We both thought he was kind of dumb for not eating them now and putting on fat. A chipmunk can only provide so much entertainment and when we realized that we made our measly dinner of rice and freeze dried s'mores.

After dinner we saddled up and went out on the lake to the spot that we wanted to try. We had made a makeshift anchor so all we had to do was jig. Donny had already been stripped by two shrewed walleyes before I had my line in the water which was definitely a good sign. It wasn't long before Donny hooked into a monster walleye that we reckoned at 28 inches. The fishing really picked up from there and it wasn't long before we had enough fish for a fish fry. Donny ended up nailing about two more eyes than me which brought the final count up to about 9, plus a bass and a bluegill. The fish tasted great, the great kind of taste that you can only get up here when the fish go from the lake to your frying pan in 30 minutes. It saved the trip for me as I was about to call it unsuccessful. Hopefully the fishing will be just as hot tonight when we go out to the same spot and try our luck again with the walleyes.

Kevin and Donny