Today, the morning’s sun and the flash of jumpers glittering above the river immediately raise new goals of filling our freezers. We post up where we see the most jumpers and set to work perfecting the ‘flip-and-dip’ method, flipping the line upriver and listening as the weight makes the always-satisfying ‘dip’ noise as it hits the water below. Flip. Dip. Repeat.
I’ll be the first to admit, it’s been a while since I’ve gone out with my fishing pole and spent the morning trying to catch that evening’s dinner. After a few hours of casting, we try our luck with trolling upriver. No dice.
It’s hard to complain, but after so many hours of unsuccessful fishing amidst the relentless teasing of very-nearby jumpers, we can’t help but suspect our techniques are inferior. So, with the wind picking up on the Lake and the sun casting longer shadows upon the River, we let our grumbling stomachs steer us across the windy surface of Skilak and back to the Caribou Clubhouse.