Fishing trips could go all the way to the horizon. |
Dearly departed, Uncle Bill was the best boatman I’ve ever
known. He could take the waves and motor
across Lake Erie with such grace. It was a sad day when he decided to hang up
the old fishing cap, and retire the boat for good. He’d seen the best of the fishing days, and
knew Lake Erie from end to end.
He knew the shallow spots, and hidden obstacles beneath the
surface. More than that, he knew the
islands’ best fishing spots. An hour
long boat ride may take the fishing excursion to the most northern points where
45 feet of water was as deep as a line could go. A double header cast down into
the depths and reeled back almost always yielded two good sized perch.
I’d bait my minnies, all the while feeling sorry for them,
and never catch a thing. In the
meantime, the men folk filled up a twenty four by thirty six inch pallet of
gleaming golden perch enough for a winter’s worth of good eating.
Uncle Bill knew the
best perch fishing spots, and when and where to caste. In the fall we’d walleye fish. That’s when I caught my one and only
walleye. It was with much pride that I
got to brag about “skunking” the men folk.
It was a very sad day when returning to the campground and
seeing the empty spot where his camper used to be. After that, not much time went by and he
passed on.
He never knew the reason for the decline in fishing
successes. He blamed the netters on the
Canadian side of Lake Erie . I wish I could tell him that it’s going to
get better now.
The coal fired power plants were responsible for the death
of many perch and walleye. It was a long
debate on the part of First Energy.
Cleaning up the waterways meant job loss, but the exorbitant cost to
improve the water intake systems made closing down a more viable alternative.
Our fishing tours always began on the bay side |
In Uncle Bill’s day, Lake Erie
boasted an estimated eight million fish.
More recently, that number dropped to around twenty million according to
the Port Clinton Herald Newspaper.
If I could talk to Uncle Bill, I’d get to tell him how the
water cooling systems at the various power plants killed bait fish, and sucked
in walleye. Now, eight of the plants
will be shut down. I could tell him how
ecologists and charter captains are looking forward to an immediate difference.
We could look forward to being in walleye heaven, the kind
of heaven that Uncle Bill would have liked best.
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