Lake Michigan 2015
Involved parties: John Montana, FunHogger.
Dates: 6/24 aforementioned scouting day; 6/25-6/28 main fishing days; 6/29 half-day bonus.
Water: Lake Michigan; see previous post regarding background and data.
Few excerpts for refresh:
VOLUME: 1,180 cubic miles / 4,920 cubic km.
RESIDENCE TIME: 99 years.
Internal waves (upwellings) can produce a 15 degree C. water temperature decrease along the coast in only a few hours, requiring drastic alterations in fishing strategy1.
Sixth approach on the Great Lakes carp; five if you discount the prenatal ill-formed trip that was doomed from the start. What we have is this: (2) grand slam expeditions that brought hundreds of carp and a lot of big fish, (1) solid half-trip that was cut short by abrupt change in weather, (1) series of days throughout which we were surrounded by fish, caught 150+ SMB but didn't fish the carp right and caught only thirteen total, and (1) most recent outing in which we were generally but not entirely foiled by what I've been thumbing over in my mind for the past few weeks: the immense inertia of Lake Michigan. Can't think of a better way to put it. Some would cite water temps but they are resultant; they are driven by the volume and the heat units and the winds and the ice cover and the snowpack and the rain; all of which seems to combinatorially swing in great arcs; inertia-driven conditions. Markedly unlike these trout streams; unlike the great Columbia River. Much more difficult to gauge and as such a bugger with respect to timing a fishing trip. Go out to the water, the fish will be there, you just have to get them: that does not hold true here; it's not a rule; especially not for anglers afoot. Come around here, wanting this, wanting that; you may be snubbed. Drive a long way you might get beat down.
We've come to this general agreement when discussing Columbia vs Lake Michigan: if you want the greatest guarantee of finding a lot of targets in predictable locations doing regular things, you make haste to the river. If you're up for a dice roll that may turn up box cars or snake eyes or anything in between; hit the lake. If it's just right, you may be wading through giant predatory carp in knee deep water, most of which are a lot easier to catch than the Columbia fish. I like both fisheries; feel intimately attached to both. I accept Lake Michigan's unpredictability and I consider our time spent there to be a great growing campaign; not measured by any one year alone.
Two days ago someone asked me about this trip and I tempered my report noting that it wasn't too great, etc. etc. we only brought thirty carp to hand, of which five were 20-24 lbs. He stopped and looked at me and said wow, I would do anything for an outing like that... so I keep that in mind: can't let the mythic chapters become the new standard.
Tell some of the story via the following captions:
|This was one of the typical encounters. Quite a few stationary fish. Could get some to eat. Main technique I used was extrapolating the paths of cruising fish and intercepting them while crouched hiding; fly already in water waiting.|
|This got old though. Hook a fish; it'd run under 34 feet of veg and pop out somwhere; run over and net; spend ten minutes untangling everything. Not why we go to Lake Michigan.|
|We spent time wading the main bays; hoping. Never materialized though. Water was too cold.|
|One irony was that in general we had pretty good light the entire time. Even into some of the later hours of day. Just no fish out in the bay propers where it's fun to stalk and cast.|
|Check this little flat every year and we have never seen one carp there. Beautiful water. Will continue to check it.|
|This is it... what I love. Dead clear water. Easy wading flats. Unending mystery. Chances at giant fish. All visual. This photo says it for me.|
|JM was on point here and he stuck a big one up by that flooded tree line. Edge of a big rocky flat now pushing up into the trees due to high water.|
|Also appreciate the home base and simplicity of our collective existence over these days. Few clothing items, waders, boots, rods, reels. One focus.|
|First big fish was FH with a 23 lber out along a series of little rocky points.|
|24 lber that ate my favorite fly for this setting: simple clouser half and half. Black and purple. Big meat. It was solo fish coming toward me; cast to the side and watched it move to the fly; ate it mid-column.|
|The pug nosed 20 lber (maybe 22 lber?) from the flooded shore edge. What a backdrop.|