Matt and I had salmon in mind at Tilcon. We motored up lake, trying to at least get somewhat out of the wind. There we drifted live shiners over 30-35 foot depths close to the surface. Neither of us have ever caught a salmon in New Jersey, although both of us have got hit by them. Today would convince me I really know little about how to go about catching them.
Where we began, I figured salmon might be up near the surface over that deep water, but I sighted the stickups you can see in the photo above. I let the squareback get us near them so Matt could lay the first cast there for any pickerel. It was a seductive move.To the right of those stickups, there's a pocket where we've caught a lot of bass during the summers. I had that mellow sense of possibility enveloping me. We began working the pocket thoroughly. I had to pretty much keep the electric on in reverse because of the wind, and I did not like shutting it off, because I've read that it's not having an electric on that spooks fish, but turning it off and on. (There must be a way to add an additional setting to electric motors, which doesn't engage the prop, but makes a similar noise...it would have to be an electronic recording of the sound, though it wouldn't emit the same vibrations, so perhaps it wouldn't work.) Anyhow, I did have to turn it off and on, some, but that didn't matter to the pickerel that took my shiner. The fish weighing nearly two pounds, I lost it right at the side of the boat as Matt was about to net it.
And from thereon, we tried for pickerel.
We really didn't think of bass, though of course they were a possible catch, especially with the water temp at a balmy 49. I told Matt that from what I've heard, salmon cruise along the shorelines this time of year, so we figured...well?
I found it hard to imagine salmon and weeds together.
Another pickerel nabbed one of my shiners. I had the half-assed idea of setting the hook quickly, because I used a 15-pound test fluorocarbon leader, not wire. (Chances are good a pickerel won't bite through that test of abrasion resistant fluorocarbon, anyhow.) I reeled in the head of my shiner. Matt began talking about pickerel taking a shiner in the middle, head and tail at each side of its mouth, before it stops and turns the shiner head first to swallow it. I've known all about that for almost 50 years, but had disregarded it foolishly today.
And less than an hour later, Matt set the hook too soon on another pickerel. He reeled in the head of his shiner.
One would hope a pickerel is big enough to have a mouth that engulfs a shiner whole.
