On one of my days off last week, I decided that the sun was just right, so camera in hand, I headed to Presque Isle. I made two or three stops to photograph fall leaves before pulling into the Waterworks parking area. After using the East Pond as a shooting background for autumn foliage, I decided to walk to the bay side and check out the ferryboat landing area.
I had no sooner arrived than I heard someone calling, “Mr. Ware, Mr. Ware, could you come here a minute.” As I walked out the pier toward him, I was sure that I had never met the man. Therefore, I asked him what he wanted, and how he knew who I was.
He told me that he knew me because he reads that “blogger thing” on the internet all the time, and it has my picture (minus my current beard) on it. Grabbing my arm, he led me out to near the end of the concrete pier where his fishing equipment was sitting. His name was Mark, and he was fishing for perch and sunfish with a small rod and reel. The sun was bright and not a ripple blemished the surface of the slip or bay waters.
It seemed Mark had a problem: something was chasing all the bait and small fish out of his favorite fishing spot. What was it? The water was clear and free of weeds so that we could see almost all the way to the bottom. Nothing was there. Not a thing, big or small was anywhere to be seen. I asked if I could have a couple of his red worms, which I broke in half and tossed out onto the slip waters.
Sure enough, within a minute, three swirls and a splash just below the surface confirmed my suspicions. It’s fall, and the steelhead always make their way into this area. Within about five minutes, we sighted four or five of the nicest steelhead cruising both sides of the waterworks pier. I told Mark that his poles would not survive a hit by one of these beauties. My mind told me very quickly that I, however, would sure enjoy landing one.
Now, normally the back area of my SUV is full of fishing equipment, camera gear and other equipment I think I might need on the park. Not today. Since it is approaching wintertime, I had just had the car detailed inside and out for the year. Just two days before, I removed everything; I mean everything, from the rear area. Out went my fishing hat (with license), tackle box, fishing poles and all kinds of other junk. The car looked great, but I did not have anything I needed to fish. IT HAPPENS EVRY TIME!!
It must be a law of nature. If you fish for steelhead, you might want to try this area and see if you can land a nice one without fighting the crowds on the streams. If you do catch one, let me know.
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