Here I go, again, harking back some 50 years ago, or so. Back then, Al Weseman owned Al's Place. It has since morphed into Fort Flambeau Condominiums. But, back then cabins were rented to folks, and campers were welcome in trailers or even tents. Everybody's money spent just as well at the bar no matter what their sleeping arrangements happened to be. Anyhow, I was walking down the road toward my own cabin when a recent arrival hailed to me. I walked over to him to learn that Al had just sold him a Junebug spinner and some mud minnows - - excellent walleye-hunting material back then. Also favored by "snakes" (northerns).
He wanted to know how to rig everything. So, I took his rod and affixed the Junebug and weight. Then I hooked on a lively mud minnow. I pointed to a floater that was nestled up against the shoreline within casting distance. I said, "What you want to do is to make a cast up close to something like that log over there."
Whereupon, I made the cast. It landed inches from the log and I began the retrieve. About two cranks later, a northern jumped onto the Junebug. I set the hook and reeled it in. I handed the rod to the guy and said, "See? There's really not much to it."
My mom was Irish, so I think I must have inherited a bit of her Irish luck. I don't know if that guy ever caught another northern, but he sure was momentarily impressed.
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