Perch fishing at Genoa

Why would someone that has a well-rigged 18.6 War Eagle in his shed fish out of a canoe on the Fox River and two days later on the Mississippi? There is no easy answer other than that same person tried to canoe up the Mississippi back in ‘87.

Thursday, March 29

High 45, Low 26

On the first two days of this week I was on the Fox, now the Mississippi, and I end the week in Canada. When I get home I am going to find a cave and hide.

So here is the scoop on this trip. Today my plan is to paddle troll for walleye and northern pike near Genoa and then anchor near the dam and fish perch.

Bad luck came my way when just about every fisherman that I spoke with at Blask Landing told me that the perch bite was literally nonexistent but was awesome the day before.

For anyone that fishes the Wisconsin walleye and perch run, the extremely cold spring and very low waters have created a stagnant bite. I do have to say that I kicked some serious butt on the Fox at De Pere, so I am still basking in the glory of that experience.

So, I am paddle trolling upriver and the occupants of every boat that I pass tell me that they are not catching anything, and it is very obvious that they think I am nuts.

When I got close to the dam I set anchor right among the perch fishermen and rigged two poles with red worms and one with a minnow. Just like that caught a 25-inch northern and a couple of red horse.

After two hours of only seeing two perch in total being caught I moved into a secret spot and just like that caught one. A couple of minutes later I caught another and at dark, though I only had four, it was twice what I had witnessed being caught by my neighbors.

After dark I paddle trolled for monster walleye and lost both of the blue/chrome HuskyJerks that I had done so well with on the Fox.

At 2:30 a.m. with my canoe on the trailer I hit the “Chevy Hotel” for a three-hour nap and a change of plan.

Friday, March 30

Today I would fish with a couple of my pals, and in a boat. Gary Howe, Michelle Chiaro and myself would spend the day in Gary’s 16-foot jon boat. The last time I was in this boat a bad storm ate it for breakfast and Gary and I almost went to heaven.

This morning we were heading upriver in the dark towards my secret spot with perch on our mind, and boy would we ever fun today.

We spent about 10 hours in the boat and had quite the show watching people and trying to catch what I feel is Wisconsin’s best eating fish, and that is perch.

Gary and I thoroughly enjoy verbally abusing each other and having near-death experiences together. I was ever so happy when I had two jumbos flopping in the boat before Mr. Howe had a worm on his hook.

Rather bad luck came my way when I went into a serious cold spell and Mr. Howe and Ms. Chiaro started putting a hurting on me. Mr. Howe asked me if I was going to write that he kicked my butt.

We were on the water until 4 p.m. and for all of you folks that live and die on either the worm or minnow on a weight off the bottom I tried something that really worked and it was fun.

A 1/16-ounce pink jig, tipped with some red worm, vertically jig it like you are ice fishing. This increased my harvest a bunch and for a while Mr. Gary Howe had fear in his eyes that his buddy that has “taught him everything he knows about fishing, and especially coyote hunting” was on a comeback.

In the end you can congratulate Gary when you see him in Prairie du Chien and tell him that you read he beat Mark Walters in the most-perch contest.

We always have fun!

Sunset


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