Back
in the seventies, when I was working as an outdoor columnist for the Arkansas
Democrat, I became involved in the Greer’s Ferry Walleye Tournament, which took
place in late February and March.
They offered a million dollar prize to anyone who could catch a world
record walleye. I got to know some
great people up there, good fishermen and honest enough to do it right.
But
one of those years I was up at Clinton, Arkansas in late February having coffee
in one of those little restaurants where old men gather and they were talking
about Big Ed Claiborne’s 19-pound walleye caught the week before. I was only 24 years old. That brought a few smiles from those
old-timers who read my outdoor columns and knew that, as yet, this kid from the
Big Piney up in Missouri had yet to catch even one walleye. Most of them had caught hundreds of
those glassy-eyed ‘jack salmon’.
After
most of them had gone that morning one old-timer said he would tell me a story
if I would promise not to write about it.
I promised, and listened and now almost 50 years later, I am going to
break that promise. He said that
the big walleye out of Greer’s Ferry went up the Little Red River in February,
preparing to spawn. He said there
are two baits they love more than anything, big night-crawlers and small
bluegills.
“If’n
you go up that river and set yourself a half dozen trotlines for catfish, well
that’s all legal. You just bait up
one that has 5 or 6 hooks in a little hole across the deep water below a
shoal. Then you do the same thing
up in the next hole below the creek riffles and the same thing up in the next
ones ‘til you’ve set all the trotline hooks what’s legal an’ tagged ‘em like
the game wardens want it done.”
He
slurped a big cup of coffee and hunched over closer to me and said, as if he
were afraid someone else might hear…. “You know when them fisheries biologist
was up there shockin’ walleye in the Li’l Red at night last year an’ they
caught that big hen walleye that you run a pitcher of in yore newspaper?”
I
nodded… they said they figured the walleye they had shocked, photographed and
released might have weighed 24 pounds. “Well sir, that there walleye was caught
on one of my trotlines.” he said, “And they found ‘er.”
As
to whether or not he was telling the truth I don’t know, but that old guy ate a
lot of walleye. On many of the
reservoirs in Missouri and Kansas, the same thing could be done, and a
fisherman who started catching the smaller male walleye could surely figure out
what pool the females were coming too soon afterward. You cannot legally fish for walleye at night in the spawning
period, but you can set your lines in the afternoon, run them in the morning
and keep the catfish, or the walleye, that you catch. Not very sporting but some fishermen like to eat walleye,
not caring how they are caught. Up
one river I know of, fish traps are already being used. Conservation agents waiting downriver
in their pickups, looking for some kind of technical violations, will never
find them.
Walleye
spawning runs are beginning, and I intend to go to my favorite places in
various tributaries to catch a few very soon. My best days are the days with no sunlight, overcast and
dreary, because a walleye’s eyes are sensitive to sunlight. I’ll fish vertically in deep pools
below shoals, with light- blue or blue-green half-ounce jigs, having big hooks
tipped with night crawlers or chubs.
But the old fellow back then was right, you wouldn’t need the jigs if
you found a few small bluegill you could set out there on the bottom with a
half ounce of weight about two feet up the line.
And
while it is indeed against the law to fish for walleye at night, you can motor
up the river, or paddle down it, and shine a light into the deep waters looking
for a rod and reel you have recently lost, and you’ll see the congregating
walleye by shining their eyes.
Then you might know where some are the next day. Be darn sure if you do that, you have
no fishing gear in your boat, because that is a technicality that a pair of
wardens, waiting somewhere in their pickup, can use.
It
isn’t that you cannot fish at night for catfish or crappie, but if you catch a
walleye in darkness, you darn sure better release it. And in an Ozark river, you cannot keep a bass in March,
April, or May; no matter what time of day you hook it.
To
contact me, email lightninridge47@gmail.com
or write to me at Box 22, Bolivar, Mo.
If you would like to reserve a free table at our big outdoor swap meet
on Saturday, March 21 at Bolivar, just notify me, or call my office,
417-777-5227. This year we have
nearly 10,000 square feet available free… for vendors.
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