Perch on the Mississippi

An Outdoorsman’s Journal

Hello friends, Of all the places that my outdoor travels take me, nowhere puts me at peace or makes me go down memory lane as much as the Mississippi River does. This week I headed over to Buffalo County with a canoe, an ATV, my golden retriever Ruby and a powerful urge to catch some fish.

Tuesday, March 31 High 53, Low 33

My plan was to shore fish for much of this adventure but to travel by either canoe or ATV to get to the fish. As seems to be the norm these days, adversity would create challenges and this week it would be in the form of a 4-foot rise in the river.

I was told that on the road leading to Wabasha, Minn. from Nelson, Wis., people were catching perch from shore and they were really big. My mind works differently than many peoples’ minds, and this report had me thinking nothing but 11- to 14-inch perch, sleep on shore or my truck and live large.

When I arrived today, before I pulled a rod out of my truck I began talking to anglers fishing these beautiful backwaters and everyone told me the same thing, “should have been here last week, the perch were huge and plentiful, the water has gone up so much the bite is non existent.”

I fished among about 20 shore fishermen and women for a good hour and saw that what I had been told was true.

I had a plan and that was to put the ATV in my trailer and take that ATV and gear down a three-mile stretch of dike to Lock and Dam No. 5A. I did this last year for the first time and, after figuring out how to fish it, caught some beautiful walleyes.

So I drove to Buffalo City, which is a very impressive community, headed to a boat landing just south of town and loaded a small trailer with gear and hooked it to my ATV. At first Ruby ran as I drove along the river on one side of me and backwaters on the other side. Then she gave me a look and I let her jump up and ride with me.

Ruby loves ATV rides and about every minute has to look at me and give me a kiss like she is saying “ain’t life grand.”

The entire ride it was duck city by the hundreds and all I could think about was canoes, ducks hunts, hog hunts on this same river down by the Gulf of Mexico and sand bar fishing trips.

So I get down to the dam. I am on the side of the river which is all backwaters and has no roads and I go for a hike with fishing gear. I set up in some backwaters with a minnow on one pole, a worm on another and a wax worm with a bobber on another.

I had to work for them, but I caught some beautiful perch with the biggest being 13 inches. At dark I hiked back to the ATV. For a mile Ruby ran and then she gave me the look and rode with me. A good day it was.

Wednesday, April 1 High 56, Low 27

I slept in the beautiful confines of the Chevy Hotel with my pup last night and was up before it got light out this morning.

When I was 18 years old, I was a deckhand on a riverboat that pushed gasoline from New Orleans to Louisville, Ky. It was the winter after I had graduated from high school and I loved that job. One night, captain Ed Cox told me to take the flag down from the flag pole and burn it as it was toast from the exhaust coming out of the diesel engines. I kind of disobeyed some of that order and kept that flag and still have it. My boat was called The Universal Trader and life was good.

Ruby ran the first mile, the sun had not risen and life was good as my ATV, which had a lot of frost on it, carried me to “Perch Paradise.” After a bit, Ruby gave me the look. I let her jump on our horse and we made it to the dam.

I tried really hard both days to get a walleye but had no luck. I did have a beaver swim into my line and I caught a beautiful limit of perch as I sat on the banks of a river that has always been very good to me.

Spend lots of time in the outdoors, you will have no regrets!

Sunset