View from Dow's boat rentals on Nolan's Point, taken on a day when the weather was nicer.
When: Sunday, March 28th, from 7am to 2pm
Where: Lake Hopatcong
What: Flatline trtolling with Rapalas and Bombers
It's days like this that I like to think a Higher Power is looking down on me; admiring my efforts and taking notes so I can be rewarded on a later day.
It was tough out there, but I persisted for seven hours.
Chris Martalus was originally supposed to join me in the morning, but after having some homeowner issues, was then going to meet me in the afternoon. I talked to him before he left Jersey City and told him it wasn't worth it.
After closely monitoring the weather report, I was fairly confident that the wind wouldn't pick up until the late morning/early afternoon and that cloudy skies would eventually part to let the sun warm the shallows, thus triggering a bite.
I was wrong on all accounts.
It was cold and it stayed cold, but I hung in there as long as I could. Most of my time was spent trolling with stickbaits and I did catch a nice pickerel in the back of Henderson Cove. I noticed some people catching panfish near Brady's Bridge, but I didn't feel much like competing for elbow room and was still holding out that bigger fish were willing to bite. It never worked out though as the water didn't warm much and the wind steadily increased.
Just before 2pm, I was trolling north of Halsey Island on my way to take one more pass through Henderson where I had caught my only fish. As I looked to the left, I saw Nolan's Point and the heavy chop that I was going to have to endure to get there.
It was time to make a decision.
Although it would have been nice to see a couple more fish come up, I wasn't really hip with going any further in the wrong direction. The spring had bearly begun and there would be plenty more days on the big lake.
So, after seven hours of sub-par weather and one fish, I turned the bow into the stiff wind and headed back.