As the water around here begins to boil, you can still catch fish. Maybe just not the same ones.
Like that age when boys start to notice girls, fishing this time of year can be as awkward as asking for a first date. It can be a hit or miss operation, with success determined by persistence and luck more than the size or shape of your bait. It’s also not a time to overlook a cute bluegill, just because the walleye stopped biting. Yes, today’s column is dedicated to the pursuit of whatever species is willing to bite, and pondering where, when and how. If you had success pounding the shoreline of a big lakei n May and June, it may be time to look for water with more weed lines and fewer paddleboards. Or, for that matter, your Whopper Plopper may be what’s needed for fish that aren’t hungry in this heat, but are crabby enough to snap at something coming at them too loudly. You just keep trying different things until something or some things start to work. I’m getting a bit older myself, wary enough about the passing of time ...