I haven’t been out on the Scugog lately, nor have I been fishing from the riverbank. Its not because the weather has been lousy - that has never bothered me before. In fact, I recall heading out to the dock one evening earlier in the Walleye season, determined to catch another fish and present it to my friend Guilio, just to prove that I “DO” catch fish, and that they are in the Scugog right off the dock.

This evening it was weather conditions like we’ve been having lately - rain, rain and more rain! Anyhow, it was Friday, time for a break from the computer, so I donned my old green waterproofs (they match the canoe from the old point of view) and headed off to the dock. It was getting dark, perhaps around 9pm. and raining of course. I’m not sure if I’ve already posted anything about fishing in the rain, but if I haven’t then lets consider this as one such a post but I’ll make sure to post another more in-depth one later.

As always, I use a plastic jig - no jig head, one of about 6 different 2-3″ tailed grub kind, on a steel hook, sometimes even a weedless hook. Casting off the dock into the rain more than a few times to see what was out there for the catching. In less than 30 minutes and a lot of patience, sure enough, the bite was on and a good bit of reeling to bring in the catch of the day, or should I say night.

My task was accomplished. I got myself and the juicy looking Walleye back to the house. After drying and a quick change of clothes of I went to Guilios. So what if it was around 10pm.! I wanted him to get the fish fresh out of the water so to speak. Knock, knock - several times, on the back porch door at Guilios soon brought a curious man to see what was the commotion so late at night. “Here, take the plastic surprise bag I have for you,” I mentioned to Guilio. That solved his curiosity. Georgette also arrived in the kitchen to see who it was. Guilio showed the bag of Walleye and we all smiled after I related my late evenings experience of fishing n the rain over a pot of tea and cookies to finish off the day. An hour later I was back home again wondering if I would be as lucky, the next time, as this night at fishing in the rain.

Happy fishing in the Kawarthas.