Respringing
Through the gin clear waters of Memorial Day weekend came the first of a handful of early morning walleyes. The deep golden sides of one I brought up shimmered in the rising sun which had just crested the eastern shore’s greening treetops as it slid across the surface and into the black rubberized mesh of my brother’s landing net. While things weren’t fast and furious, the fish were fun to detect on their subtle bites and, with the cooler water, provided welcome and even spirited battles, considering they were walleyes. The prior week’s rain - and dips to freezing or even ...