With a late winter storm hitting the area for the second half of the weekend I decided to journey to a bay I had only fished once this season with hopes that the crappie and sunnies had gathered for their pre-spawn ritual. I picked my buddy up and we headed out no knowing what to expect. The weather has finally broke out of it’s freezing cold spell which it seemed like we were in all winter and I knew it was only a matter of time that things started to heat up, no pun intended.
We arrived to the bay and was greeted by a good friend that had been fishing for a few hours already and the prognosis didn’t look good. The fish seemed to be scattered, being a large bay we had our work cut out for us. After talking with my buddy we made our way to one of my waypoints and began to drill. After working through the first series of holes and only managing four keeper perch and a bass we headed to another waypoint in hopes to find a few more fish. As we were getting close I realized that my mark was smack dab in the middle of about 30 tip-ups. I approached the fellow fishermen and asked if they minded if I fished around their set-up, like most Vermonters they didn’t mind and after a few short stories I began to drill the area out. With a lot of time left in the day I had decided that if we didn’t stumble upon the fish quick we were going to make a big move down to a bay that I had fished a few more times this season. I worked this set of holes without marking a fish, I knew this fish were around but time is everything when you don’t have a lot of it, especially to fish so we packed up and headed out.
The second stop would prove to be worth the trip. We met a few buddies out there who had found some fish, all the credit goes to these guys. The area was all drilled out so we had our greeting and got to work. The crappie had moved into the area within the past few weeks and they were thick. I have actually never seen it like this in this bay. This particular bay had very thick weeds at the beginning of the ice season, they had now died of for the most part and the fish were cruising the tops of them, and when I say cruising, I mean cruising. The fish were on the move and it was to our advantage to have a few of us there to stay with them. The good bite lasted for a solid hour or so and then turned into a slow pick. It was a great time with good friends and as it would turn out, a great way to end my season on the ice. It was time to head home, pack the ice gear away, and get tied up for spring walleye and crappie, till next time…….