• Blog Post by: Kevin Winkler
• July 17, 2009 - 10:57 PM

 Today was the day. I had a real hard time keeping my mind off the walleye's that I knew were not far from where we were. But today I was to stay focused on with whom and what with, rather than what for. I dusted off those spoons I talked about in part one of this topic. "Back to the basics"  As we motored along the weed edges I found myself looking for the weeds with my eyes rather than relying on my electronics. I played the game much like my father did over 30 years ago. My Co-pilot and company for the day was my stepson Dylan. Still reminding me he is "Big" Dylan and not little Dylan as so many people call him. He turned 6 on the 6th of this month, and my goal today was to give him the dreams I once had after a all afternoon on the water playing with the pike.
 
For me, it ended up being much more than I expected. I went to the lake with a quest to see if those old spoon's would work just as good as they used to. Needless to say, I was expecting a little less from them than what we did find. The action was pretty good. Way more missed than landed, but I remember that happening the same to me over 30 years ago. Countless short battles with the fish winning the fight with a short run into the weeds. Six of them lost the battle, and will now find their way into the fryer for lunch tomorrow. 

 I do not think Dylan will loose track of where all of those spoon's are. They will not make it back to the junk box on a shelf in the garage. They have a new home in his tackle box. I just might have to borrow some from him the next time we are on the water.