Tullibees and Happy Kids on Mille Lacs Lake

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Nobody smiles at 4:40 am. Nobody at my house, anyway. But Friday morning, I woke my kids up that early, knowing they would be smiling a lot that day- eventually. They had the day off from school, and we had a big day planned at Mille Lacs Lake. 

Our little Ford Escape slinked down the resort ramp between rumbling trucks and wheelhouses, out onto the white expanse. It was a few minutes before sunrise, but we wouldn’t see the sun that day due to thick cloud cover. Temps were expected to rise about ten degrees to near 30 by day’s end. It wasn’t a picture-perfect day, but it could have been a lot worse. 

Mille Lacs tullibeesThe plan was to visit a mud hole where I’d had good action on tullibees two years ago. It sits between several surrounding mud flats, and is about 35 feet deep at its deepest. If we didn’t encounter many tullibees, I had another spot nearby to try. As it was, we had that hole to ourselves, so I felt good about our chances. 

My expectations were low, as far as catching fish was concerned. When I go out myself, my goal is usually to catch something. When I take my kids, however, having fun is the prime mission. We soon had the house set up and holes drilled. I made sure they had places to sit and rods in their hands. It was a good thing, too, because it didn’t take long for my daughter to hook into the first tullibee. It was a fine specimen, about 14 inches. There’s nothing like catching good fish to set the right mood. 

Over the next few hours, tullibees would cycle in and out, but the first flurry of action seemed to be the best. When the fish cooled off a bit, my son started losing interest. I offered to put a minnow on his bobber rig so he wouldn’t have to keep jigging. I had no idea if a tullibee would eat a minnow, but found a tiny one and sent it down the hole. It turns out tullibees will indeed eat minnows, and that next fish was the biggest so far- about 15 and a half inches long. That put a smile on my boy’s face, all right. He wasn’t catching as many fish as his sister, but being able to claim the biggest one seemed to make up for it. 

We never felt the impetus to leave that spot. The fish kept coming back and we kept picking off one or two every once in a while. The kids kept warm in our hub house, which kept them engaged. Abundant food also did its part in keeping them happy. Not once did they ask to leave early, which was a sure sign they were having a great time. But they could not have had as good a day if the tullibees didn’t do their part. 

Mille Lacs tullibeeIn all, they caught 15 nice-sized tullibees between the two of them. Those fish were definitely turned on that day. I know we got lucky, and I’m not overlooking that fact. But I also know that if I’d insisted we spend the whole time trying to find walleyes, it would not have been the same. There’s no way I could have arranged for them to catch as many walleyes as they did tullibees. Plus, they already knew how good those fish would taste smoked, and every time one came through the hole somebody would say how much they were looking forward to eating it. 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: kids love eating the fish they catch. I believe it’s a powerful recruitment tool that is, sadly, rarely mentioned. It gives kids a sense of ownership and pride in their experience that ties into their life at home. After all, everybody has to eat. But I believe it’s not just a utilitarian thing; finding and gathering our food is a primal urge that tugs at each of us, no matter how far removed we are from our food source. 

But I digress. 

With about an hour and a half to go before sunset, we packed up and headed about half a mile to the top edge of a nearby mud flat. Since the snow was reasonably deep, it wasn’t hard to find a spot away from trucks and houses and commotion. 

It was clear my kids were getting tired and I didn’t want to overstay our welcome and fray the edges of their enthusiasm. So I promised we wouldn’t stay too long before heading to the pizza joint, and set them up in the house with the sonar and jigging rods while I set out tip-ups. They did a great job of staying engaged despite not seeing any fish come through on the sonar. I think the memory of those vigorous, hard-fighting tullibees was enough to keep them going. 

Mille Lake walleye ice fishingWhen I was done with tip-ups, I picked up a rod and took it outside to probe some of the extra holes we had drilled. Within a minute at the first hole, I heard a bell ring from one of the tip-ups. The kids came out of the house in time to see me set the hook and pull up a nice walleye of 22 inches- right in the middle of the slot. There was no question we would keep that fish. After all, this big kid loves to eat the fish he catches. 

 

See my Video Log entry from that day:

 

 

Do Something New: Whitefish Gill Netting

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As many times as I’ve suffered from bitingly cold hands and fingers, there is only one time in my entire life that could possibly eclipse the way my fingers felt recently. When I was pretty young, my dad took my brother and me out in the boat to do some last-minute fishing before heading home from the cabin. All I remember was learning how to set the hook, the big juicy bluegills we boated, and my hands being so cold that I probably cried. Late last month, as I gripped my canoe paddle without actually feeling it, my old record for cold hands seemed almost certainly broken. Unlike that memorable day from my childhood, however, I definitely did not shed any tears. This was the last morning of my inaugural whitefish netting trip to northern Minnesota. The air that day was stuck in the low 30s, pushed around by a light wind, and punctuated by intermittent drizzle. The previous four days, unfortunately, were pretty much the same.  Continue reading “Do Something New: Whitefish Gill Netting”

Do Something New: Sucker Fishing (And Smoking)

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There is a pathetic time of year that comes after the ice melts and before spring really gets going. Fishing is slow, and turkey hunting hasn’t yet started. It seems every year during this time I find myself itching to get outside and just do something, if only because the weather can be so seductive. This year, I came across a couple mentions of spring sucker fishing that really piqued my interest, especially when I read that suckers are supposed to be tasty when smoked. I thought about when and where I might be able to try this, but didn’t come up with much; I spent a couple hours probing a creek by my house with no results. Then it dawned on me that I’d have the opportunity to try some cold northern rivers on my way to see the sharp-tailed grouse dance (another story, another time). Perfect. Once I’d identified my chance, I couldn’t not try my hand at sucker fishing.  Continue reading “Do Something New: Sucker Fishing (And Smoking)”