Morning Fishing Chronicles: Episode “The Fish Still Win”

The morning was a bit nippy—around 30 degrees—but that’s not nearly enough to stop me from fishing. I bundled up in my trusty snow pants and those heavy Thinsulate winter boots I scored half off at Mel’s Feed Store in Escanaba last year. (Best impulse buy since the 2-for-1 bait bucket sale.)

Armed with two new lures I picked up at Meijer for a few bucks each, I headed to the mouth of the river. My logic is simple: if I keep trying new lures long enough, eventually the fish will stop laughing and start biting.

I didn’t catch anything this morning—but that’s not really the point. The point is being outdoors, reading my Kindle, and occasionally envisioning I might catch dinner. Plus, if I keep exploring, one of these days I’ll stumble across a secret fishing spot and snag a great photo.

The worm thing
I bought.

This morning’s picture isn’t exactly award-winning, but hey—neither was my casting. Still, I figured I’d share it anyway.

Fishing Escanaba

Fishing Seasons