Man, GREAT topic! But best day of fishing?? That's a toss-up. The 90-walleye weekend on URL is up there, as is the quick 3-man Devils Lake bank limit of walleyes while being nearly crowded out by other shore fisherman who could not for the life of them figure out what we were doing right.
But the day I'll never forget was the time my then-girlfriend (now wife) and grandfather went to Ottertail the first weekend of June. I've fished OT all my life. Grandpa used to have a cabin there, which my uncle now has as his soon-to-be retirement home. For as long as I can remember, I'd either sit on grandpa's lap and help jig or we'd bounce around on rock piles and drop-offs looking for those elusive walleyes. Prior to this particular day, I'd never seen anything close to a limit of walleyes. It just never happened.
This was a particularly un-walleye day. Barely a ripple on the water. Clear skies. Almost no other boat traffic (I believe it was mid week, which would explain it).
It was the time of year when shiners are the name of the game, so we purchased a couple dozen of those gilded, limp-wristed wallet depletes and got to work. My little lady was still a bit green on the ways of fishing, so I did a quick once-over on the reel and what to do if she got a bite. I no sooner turned around and she said, "I got a bite."
"It's probably a perch, but just give it some line," I responded, brushing her off as I busied myself setting up my own pole.
It took me 45 minutes to set up my pole between taking walleyes of her line, rebating, and netting fish for grandpa. They weren't giants by any means, but we soon started putting 15 inchers in the live well.
I was have a bit of a problem keeping us on the structure, even with the light wind. You see, Ottertail has a drop-off that goes from about 10 feet to 40 feet in the span of a boat-length. If you're not ON THE SPOT, you're not catching fish. Somehow, I found a little ledge that allowed me to vary a bit.
Then, the wind completely stopped. I'd never, ever seen OT that glass-calm. It was to the point that you could visibly watch your line and see your shiner get nervous and then WHUMP, get bit. And you'd coil some line out on the surface and just watch it slowly, slowly peel away as the valleye took it.
We had to quit after a bit because we ran out of shiners and hadn't caught enough keepers. Quick run to the bait store to freshen up and we were back at it. We went through those minnows, too, but not before finishing what we started.
I've never been able to duplicate that, since, despite my best efforts. It was truly a magical day with two of my favorite people.