The weather channel was saying Thursday had a strong possibility of thunder storms in the afternoon so Casey and I left early so we could get in as much time as possible before we were forced off the water.
Between the extreme heat of July and a two week visit from our son Steve and his fiancée Bri I hadn’t been fishing for more than a month and was going through withdrawal. Casey’s call for fishing could not have come at a better time.
Saw a lot of cool fog on the drive to Chipman but the visibility was fine. Lots of distance between us and the fog but it still made for a few nice photos.
Sometimes the drive to our fishing location seems longer when I haven’t been out for a while and once we turn on to #10 heading toward Chipman it just never seems to end. Seeing the Chipman sign once we get close is always exciting for me.
Salmon River Pickerel Fishing
It was great seeing that the pickerel were already active but for some reason they seemed a bit near sighted. They would chase the baits but turned away at the last second. Some even jumped clear out of the water to smack the bait but were missing it. Maybe the sunrise was in their eyes.
As the sun got a little higher off the horizon their aim seemed to improve and we started hooking up with a few pickerel. Casey almost had the first fish a couple of times but fortunately for me they didn’t stay hooked long enough for Casey to land one so I managed to slip in and land the first chain pickerel of the day.
He wasn’t a record length at just 23 inches but he was definitely a fat pickerel. It was easy to tell they have had a lot of good meals this summer.
The water was like glass for most of our time on the water. I never get tired of reflective water like that as I get to see so much more of the action when fish attack leaving a wake or a big swirl in the water.
Casey caught a couple of pickerel that hit the 24” mark. They fought really hard so when we saw them close to the surface we were sure they were bigger than 24”. Would have been nice to see Casey get a 25” pickerel.
Thunder Clouds Getting To Close For Comfort
For a while the dark clouds were staying to the north which allowed us to fish a while longer but eventually they started to dominate the sky so it was time for us to head back to the safety of the truck and make our way back home again.
Oh yeah… Almost forgot to add our fish count for the few hours on the water. I managed to land 12 chubby pickerel and Casey landed 10 before we were forced off the water.