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<blockquote data-quote="Davy Crockett" data-source="post: 94287" data-attributes="member: 367">About 35 years ago I got to Devils Lake just in time for the evening bite, I drilled a hole and dropped a swedish pimple under a bobber and started drilling another hole and tried getting the house set up.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It was non stop walleye action that wasn't ending but just getting better so I couldn't get anything done, It was getting dark and cold so I quit fishing and got set up.&nbsp; I had 3 on the ice about 6 pounds each by the time I got set up and they just kept biting faster and the fish kept getting bigger out one hole and down the other.&nbsp;&nbsp; By 11:30 or so they finally quit I had Caught and released over 80 walleyes many 6-7 and 8 pounders.&nbsp;&nbsp; I threw the biggest and smallest ones back and cleaned my limit of 6 and 7 pounders.&nbsp; Almost identical situation within a year or two on Sakakawea one summer when my boys were about 8 and 9 .&nbsp; &nbsp; We were jigging and slow trolling with my big ol 21' fiberglass boat and a 2 HP trolling motor in a shallow mud flat bay.&nbsp; when my Ted Williams flasher lit up solid like I had never saw before.&nbsp;&nbsp; Walleyes stacked up like firewood and on a frenzie,&nbsp; Drop a jig over the side and just under the boat , BAM .one after the other like that. We had our limit and the Kids quit because it was getting too dark and I was flasher blind so I&nbsp; shut it off and got rid of the spots I was seeing and here the front of the boat was in the mud,&nbsp; We had sat in one spot churning mud and catching walleyes for a little while but I don't know how long.- - - Updated - - -&nbsp;YEP,&nbsp;&nbsp; I can relate to that in a big way.&nbsp; We were lucky to have plenty of Northerns so fish cleaning and eating was ok but It seemed like the old man could smell a potato in the ground, He would say dig around a little more and sure enough I'd find another one. &nbsp;It didn't matter how good the potato crop was, We drug them all down to the fruit room then drag the leftovers out in the spring and&nbsp; the neighbors would come and haul them away for seed potatoes.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Butchering deer or livestock the same way.&nbsp; &nbsp; Or if we spilled grain during harvest,&nbsp; We used to get down and scoop it up with our hands till we were down to the bare dirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Or see a tarp strap or a prime fur or something on the road and SLAM ON THE BRAKES, It never mattered how late we were.&nbsp; &nbsp; The good old days.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I did acquire a taste for Venison ribs though, They are tough to beat.&nbsp; &nbsp; One look at my &quot; Treasure piles&quot; reminds me I grew up like I was raised.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Davy Crockett, post: 94287, member: 367"] About 35 years ago I got to Devils Lake just in time for the evening bite, I drilled a hole and dropped a swedish pimple under a bobber and started drilling another hole and tried getting the house set up. It was non stop walleye action that wasn't ending but just getting better so I couldn't get anything done, It was getting dark and cold so I quit fishing and got set up. I had 3 on the ice about 6 pounds each by the time I got set up and they just kept biting faster and the fish kept getting bigger out one hole and down the other. By 11:30 or so they finally quit I had Caught and released over 80 walleyes many 6-7 and 8 pounders. I threw the biggest and smallest ones back and cleaned my limit of 6 and 7 pounders. Almost identical situation within a year or two on Sakakawea one summer when my boys were about 8 and 9 . We were jigging and slow trolling with my big ol 21' fiberglass boat and a 2 HP trolling motor in a shallow mud flat bay. when my Ted Williams flasher lit up solid like I had never saw before. Walleyes stacked up like firewood and on a frenzie, Drop a jig over the side and just under the boat , BAM .one after the other like that. We had our limit and the Kids quit because it was getting too dark and I was flasher blind so I shut it off and got rid of the spots I was seeing and here the front of the boat was in the mud, We had sat in one spot churning mud and catching walleyes for a little while but I don't know how long. [COLOR=silver][SIZE=1]- - - Updated - - -[/SIZE][/COLOR] YEP, I can relate to that in a big way. We were lucky to have plenty of Northerns so fish cleaning and eating was ok but It seemed like the old man could smell a potato in the ground, He would say dig around a little more and sure enough I'd find another one. It didn't matter how good the potato crop was, We drug them all down to the fruit room then drag the leftovers out in the spring and the neighbors would come and haul them away for seed potatoes. Butchering deer or livestock the same way. Or if we spilled grain during harvest, We used to get down and scoop it up with our hands till we were down to the bare dirt. Or see a tarp strap or a prime fur or something on the road and SLAM ON THE BRAKES, It never mattered how late we were. The good old days. I did acquire a taste for Venison ribs though, They are tough to beat. One look at my " Treasure piles" reminds me I grew up like I was raised. [/QUOTE]

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