BY Rich T.
Wind. Just what is the darned stuff anyway? You cannot see it, but it is there, always. John Denver sings a pretty good song about it, and “Wind” is the title of a Matthew Modine movie that’s one of my all time favorites, and back in the 70’s a couple of guys named Earth and Fire got together with a guy named Wind and cranked out several hits. I imagine “Wind” is probably one of the Gods from the Mythology Era as well, but Mrs. Germanson”s 8th Grade Mythology Class memories elude me now. And “Wind” flat ruins a perfectly good day of walleye fishing, so obviously I must have offended the “Wind Gods” sometime between 8th Grade Mythology Class and now…
About a month ago a couple of my fishing buddies and I sat around the Saturday Evening Fire at the Lake Campground planning our fishing strategies for the following day. Smart Phones were drawn out and several Weather Apps were consulted with, in an attempt at trying to figure out what the “Wind” was going to be like the next day. Word on the docks was that a big blow was going to occur late in the day, but we would all be off the lake and home in our big comfy chairs by then. There is this way cool website where you can see the wind speed and wave height on Holter, Hauser and Canyon Ferry Reservoirs for the next few days and it is updated quite often. It pretty much told us that we otta go fishing and not to worry about the wind.
Fast forward to the next morning and when we got to the lake it was windy already. Too windy to fish for walleye (one needs relatively calm conditions to catch the darned Green Spiny Finicky ummm Fishes…) But one can usually do real well fishing for trout there regardless of what the wind is doing. So off to the trout grounds our small fleet steamed for a morning of hopefully several trout in our boats. An hour into our morning of fishing, the “Wind” suddenly stopped, and the lake became smooth as glass. Whereas the rest of the fleet (Captain Big Bird and Captain Wineglass,) (Yes, that’s their real names…) decided to stay on the Trout Grounds, Mrs. Tee and I put the Trout catching stuff away and headed to the Walleye hotspot on the south end of the lake. (Or did We? Did we really go south, or did we perhaps go east? When one is in the pursuit of the Walleye around here, seldom are actual locations deemed as hotspots given out to anyone who might try and horn in on said spot. The only time one shares actual hotspots with anyone is if it happens to be the person’s birthday, at the very least… But for the sake of this story, we actually did go down to the south end of the lake.) We had just gotten all of our Walleye gear in the perfectly calm water when the phone rang. It was a somewhat excited Captain Big Bird yelling that it wasn’t exactly calm anymore and wasn’t exactly much fun trying to stay dry because the wind was whipping the water into a whirling dervish, and that perhaps we otta get the heck off the lake. Strange, still plumb calm where we were. Usually when a wind event hits there you can see it coming as the waves slowly build up and it will appear as a white line heading your way. This was weird cause there was no warning at all. Instantly we were dealing with a lot of wind and waves a bit taller than Mrs. Tee who was thrashing around in the back of the boat trying to get our poles back in the boat. We had five miles to go into this storm to get back to our launching spot, and although our boat was big enough to handle these conditions, we were soaking wet from the spray the wind was whipping off the tops of the waves and swirling it into our boat from behind. (I thought of turning and going with the wind and hit the beach somewhere close to RY Timber and maybe see if we could catch a ride with Ed Regan back to the campground until this blew over, but darn the luck, it was a Sunday…) So, into the storm we went and all I could think of was that George Clooney movie and I’m him and Mrs. Tee is Mark Wahlberg and there we are tightly clutching the dash waiting for the big wave to squish us into small bits of walleye chow… But no big wave got us and eventually we pulled into the little bay where the boat ramp is just in time to watch Captain Big Bird and Captain Wineglass struggle to get their boats up on their trailers. Also, there was a guy there that had his boat tied up to the dock and he was what looked like to me actually giving that dock a big hug. I guess he was really glad to see it…
Upon further review, finally back at the campfire, we opened up those darned Apps again and darned if a couple of them still showed very little wind for the day. Those we quickly deleted, and as I checked the way cool Wave/Wind conditions for our three lakes it still said we otta be out fishing. Then silly me, I noticed the date and it read November 19, 2019, not June 7, 2020. Evidently someone up at Weather Guy Headquarters had not turned the program back on for the year yet… Sheesh.
That said, I must remind you guys with trucks that it is time to file your Form 2290 again. The old one expired the end of June and you must have a current unexpired copy to purchase GVW Fees for your trucks. And when you do file, do it yourself. Do not use one of those companies that wants to charge you for something you can easily do yourself. The simplest way is to download the latest version of the 2290 from the IRS.GOV website, fill it out and send it in.
And now I must close as the lake is looking rather promising for Walleye right now and if I hurry, I might just beat the “Wind”.
Until Next Time,
That is All.