WYANDOTTE — I felt just the slightest tick on the end of my line and when I set the hook, I thought, for a moment, that I’d hooked a log. But the line came alive and the next thing you know I was calling for a net. Gerry Gostenik responded and I slid a giant walleye into it.
“I’d say eight pounds, maybe more.”
“At least eight,” Gostenik responded.
I suggested we let her go, but Gostenik said I should put her in the live well in case we caught another like her and we could make that photo of one in each hand. OK.
Thirty minutes later, Gostenik brought up a fish that was her twin, if not bigger. So we had our photo fish.
Twenty minutes later I caught a smaller one. This one would go about seven pounds. And short while later, I caught another that would weigh in the same vicinity.
“I think we’d win the tournament today,” Gostenik said.
Ah, the Detroit River. When it’s right, it’s the best fishing in the world. And this spring it has been most righteous.
Because I had expressed the opinion that I’d like to catch a couple to take home for dinner, Gostenik suggested we get out there and look for some smaller fish. That’s a good problem to have, no?
We were fishing mid river on a cold, late April day when you could practically walk across the river on the boats. The walleyes were on fire and apparently every angler in three states (and Ontario as well) had gotten the memo.
We were fishing with 5/8th ounce jigs tipped with short, straight-tailed plastic worms (black or brown, didn’t seem to matter). Minnows? “Don’t need them,” Gostenik said. “Waste of money.”