To be honest, I did not care much for the rod. It was a Shakespear Tiger Spinning rod, available exclusively at Walmart. It was cheap, and it brought in a lot of fish. The rod was cracked pretty severely just below the female ferrule, but it wasn't totally broken; I was going to fish with it until it met its end.
I'd prefer to fly fish, but I will not fly fish with my 8 month old daughter on my chest-- I don't trust my fly casting ability-- and most opportunities I have to fish are with her when I take her for walks. Despite the damage, the rod still landed some serious salmon out of the Menomonee River! But finally, in the end, it was a 22" coho that did it in. I still landed the fish.
My brother has been trying to make a trip to our side of the lake since August, but a new position at his job made finding a free weekend unpredictable. After my rod broke, I told my dad and he has more gear than he knows what to do with in his mancave. He had a couple of old rods that he was going to send with my brother when he finally came. Shane usually has his head in the clouds, but he likes to get on the water occasionally when he's not flying. We were planning hitting the Milwaukee for smallmouth in the summer, but salmon are prevalent in the Menomonee even so late in the fall.
|Me and Shane, 2009|
|Shane after flying an Extra 300|
|Magician Lake Bass trip, 2012|
Shane showed up late friday, we went to Cafe Hollander for beers and conversation. after the beers, we skipped stones in the river for way too long before calling it a night-- it's so much more fun after a couple beers. The next morning, I swapped the reel on one of the rods my dad sent for my nicer one. Shane, Lilyhammer and myself walked out the front door and hit the Menomonee while my wife stayed home. We walked for a mile or so before we saw fish, and then it wasn't long before I had one on. I instantly asked Shane if he wanted to land the fish-- He had never caught a salmon. He said "I don't not want to land the fish," or something along those lines. Lily and I readied the net, Shane took the line. Shane eventually brought the fish to the to the net, the fish came ashore, pictures were snapped and the fish was released.
He wanted to see me catch one, but I couldn't get another fish to bite. That's fine though, I've caught a dozen or so this season. There will probably be a couple more before the weather gets really cold, and then there is the spring steelhead run!