Nathan Woelfel Outdoors Podcast – Episode 2: Spring Trout and Thoughts on Sight Fishing

It’s Episode 2 of the Nathan Woelfel Outdoors Podcast!

In this show, I discuss my experiences during my first season fishing the steelhead run in the Sheboygan and Pigeon Rivers. Then, I offer up some thoughts on the benefits and drawbacks of sight fishing.

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Introducing the Nathan Woelfel Outdoors Podcast

I am extremely pleased to announce that the Nathan Woelfel Outdoors podcast is now available on most major podcast platforms.

After much deliberation and a lot of encouragement from some impactful people in my life, I have decided to take the plunge into the podcasting space.

The show will focus on providing perspective and advice on a host of outdoor topics including hunting, fishing, and birding. The format will include a mix of solo episodes as well as appearances from guests who are involved in the outdoors.

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My 2020 outdoor adventures by the numbers

Though math isn’t my strong suit, I am very much a numbers person.

But, for whatever reason, I have struggled to keep a complete hunting and fishing journal over the course of a calendar year. In 2020, I finally accomplished that feat.

If you are passionate about the outdoors, I strongly recommend you make time for keeping a journal or log. I’ll even help you get started.

Before turning the page to 2021, I wanted to share some of the more interesting numbers that came out of my record keeping.

166 – Outdoors trips

In total, I spent 346 hours partaking in outdoor activities this year. Fishing was, more often than not, my activity of choice, encompassing 133 of my 166 trips. I ventured out on 26 hunting trips and seven dip netting outings.

502 – Fish caught

Averaging just under four fish per trip, I was able to catch more than half a thousand water-dwelling critters this year. I pulled in 17 different species from 12 different bodies of water across four counties here in Wisconsin.

Fish No. 500 came on Nov. 10. If you so wish, you can read the story behind that trip here.

Smallmouth bass made up the lion’s share of my total, 357 of my fish this year were smallies. Rock bass were the second-most popular fish to end up on my hook. I hauled in 37 during the open water season.

A complete breakdown of my 2020 catches, by species, is below.

SpeciesNo. Caught
Smallmouth Bass357
Rock Bass37
Northern Pike16
Largemouth Bass5
Rainbow Trout4
Creek Chub2
King Salmon2
Lake Trout1

24 – Ducks our group shot on my best hunt of the year

A four-person limit in just over two hours is, by far, the most productive waterfowl hunt I have ever been on. As I have mentioned many times and in many places, being able to share this adventure with two first-time duck hunters made it even more special.

10(th) – Highest finish in a bass fishing tournament

I tried my hand at tournament bass fishing for the first time in 2020. I fished my first online event through Lucky Go Fishing in mid-September.

During the one-day event, I landed 35 fish, including 26 smallmouth bass. I placed 10th out of 30 anglers in my region with the combined length of my top-5 bass measuring out at 51.25 inches.

15 – Suckers caught dip netting

With all of the craziness going on in the world, I was late to the dip netting game this season. The sucker run was nearly over when I went out for the first time in mid-to-late April, but I still managed to find a few fish well into May.

Fifteen is certainly not an impressive number. On your steady nights, you can manage that in a few pulls. But I’m just thrilled I was even able to go this year and I wanted something in this recap to reflect that.

67.5 – Best combined length, in inches, of my top-5 bass in a tournament

A couple of weeks after my first online bass tournament, I fished a weekend-long event with Lucky Go Fishing.

Over the course of the three days, I caught 216 fish (all from shore). My top-five bass scored out at 67.5 inches, 16.25 inches longer than my top-five from the first tournament. I finished 73rd out of 180 anglers in my region.

4 – Deer harvested in 24 hours of our group’s annual deer drive

The last weekend of each gun deer season is reserved for a series of deer drives with my friends that has since been named “The Big Push.”

We generally enjoy success during these outings but this year brought one of the best harvests I can recall. In roughly 24 hours, we put for does on the ground and everyone went home with some venison.

98.6 – Percent of fish I caught that were released

I’m certainly not here to shame anyone who wants to bring home their legal allotment of fish. But I am very proud of the fact that nearly 99 of every 100 fish I catch go right back into the waters they came from.

I kept seven fish for the table this year, three rainbow trout, king salmon, a lake trout, and two walleye.

19 – Length, in inches, of the biggest smallmouth bass I caught this year

This fish (pictured above) was one of the highlights of my year. In fact, there’s a complete chapter about it in my upcoming book (shameless self-promotion).

It was early September and I was fishing one of my most consistent spots on the Sheboygan River. I hooked into, what I thought was, a carp. It ended up being the longest smallmouth bass of my life.

I have caught hundreds of smallies in this spot throughout the years, but nothing that ever would have led me to believe something of this stature was swimming around.

The art of the fishing conversation

Any angler who is being completely honest with themselves will acknowledge that conversing with others about fishing is a balancing act.

One the one hand, most people who fish have at least some desire to share their knowledge and experiences. On the flip side, we are generally protective of our spots and various secret sauces that lead to our success. When interacting with other anglers, these competing sides present a constant struggle.

When I want to, I can be a social person. And I love talking about fishing. I’m generally not one who is interested in random small talk with strangers, but more often than not I take no issue with strolling up to someone on a river bank or lakeside and blurting out “catching anything?” I’ve yet to encounter someone who completely ignores that question when asked.

This leads to an important point: don’t be afraid to pose the question. You will never know the answer if you don’t ask. There is so much to be gained by observing and conversing with fellow anglers. Failing to capitalize on these opportunities is a missed chance to gain valuable learnings and share in the joy of the outdoors.

Shortly after my wife and I began dating, we took an evening stroll on South Pier in Sheboygan, probably my favorite place to fish Lake Michigan from shore. We encountered a handful of fishermen and I felt inclined to have chats with several of them. They were generally brief, but always friendly.

When we got back to the truck, my wife commented on how strange these interactions were through the eyes of a non-angler. “I guess I didn’t realize you could just do that,” I recall her saying afterward. Since that day, many years ago, I have thought a lot about the bonds that anglers share. I stopped taking these short conversations for granted. The more brain power I put into reflecting, the more I have discovered how quirky, complex, and crucial these talks can be. It’s quite fascinating.

While no one seems to talk about it, there is a general song and dance that every conversation with a fellow angler follows. Maybe it’s because we often don’t realize it. “Properly” following this two-way street is something of an art.

Recently, on a mild December afternoon, I decided to venture to a local park in pursuit of northern pike. Temperatures were expected to reach the low-50s. The sun was shining and the wind was light. I hadn’t been out fishing in a few weeks, and I knew I needed to take advantage of the beautiful day. As it turned out, I wasn’t the only fisherman who felt that way.

I showed up with a pair of spinning rods: one equipped with a black/silver floating Rapala, another with a chartreuse Little Cleo adorned with five red dots. My plan was to work a drop-off near the shoreline, down and back, with one lure. If that didn’t yield results, I’d retrace my steps with the other bait.

When fishing alone, I often listen to music or podcasts. On this day, I was listening to a recent episode of one of my favorite shows, “The Dollop.” I began casting, keeping a watchful eye out for any fish following my lure each time it approached the shore. The first 15 minutes were fruitless.

That’s when I noticed a man wearing a red coat and blue jeans who had stopped on the bridge to my right. He was waving at me. I removed my ear buds and greeted him. He asked if I was Dennis. I said no, but we briefly chatted and I wished him good luck as he headed on his way.

It turned out that his sweet spot was just across the river from me near the base of the bridge he had stopped on. With his gray hair and slow, methodical but slightly-labored, walk, I put the man somewhere in his mid-60s or early 70s. Like, me, he had a pair of spinning rods in his possession. One was tipped with a bobber, I couldn’t make out what was on the other. As he opted for the latter setup, he realized our close proximity and resumed our conversation.

“I had just stripped and cleaned all my rods and reels and had them put away for winter,” he informed me. “But this, you can’t turn down a day like this,” he said gesturing toward the sky.

I agreed.

As the minutes passed, we continued to make outdoors-related small talk. He asked if I would fish with Midwest fishing personality John Gillespie, if I could join him for free (I would). He inquired about by deer season and we traded stories. We discussed my duck season and explored other topics.

Up until this point, I had assumed the man was only out and about on account of the weather. But as our chat continued, I learned he had another reason to be here. He mentioned that two weeks prior, while I was out deer hunting, he was at this very spot and the smallmouth bass were quite active. He himself had landed five during his afternoon outing. The group of three men across from him had caught 15, many were in the 16-to-19-inch range.

This piqued my interest. I knew there were bass in this spot, even a few big ones. Back in October, I had landed a 16.5-inch smallie near here. It was the third-biggest bass of my life, at the time. But I never would have imagined that people were pulling even larger fish out of these waters well into November.

Now this is where you must stop and assess the credibility of the information you were provided. We all tell fish stories, but some of us exaggerate more than others. Taking a fisherman at face-value can often be a fool’s endeavor. The early stages of any conversation are when trust, or lack of, is established.

I briefly gave this new intel some thought and decided it to be reliable. I couldn’t think of any motivation this man would have for lying to me. After all, he was basically fishing the same spot I was. If he didn’t want me in his territory, there would be no reason for him to tell me there were active fish in the vicinity.

By offering this information, we began to transition from the “small talk” to the “give and take” portion of our conversation. This can be a tricky phase to navigate. The reality is: sometimes you need to be the one to provide some insight not knowing if the favor will be returned. I try my best to follow the Golden Rule. In this case, if my new friend was kind enough to offer up useful information, I knew that I should return the favor when given the opportunity.

Eventually, that chance presented itself. I explained to the man that I had success here during the fall using primarily live bait. Nightcrawlers were the ticket during the warmer months, but minnows seemed to be the flavor of the day when things got colder.

Shortly after this exchange, our talk moved to the next stage: “the here and now.” Feeling comfortable enough after briefly establishing rapport, I asked the man what he was currently using. He told me he was simply placing a nightcrawler on the bottom with a single hook and some sinkers. It’s a tactic I often use in this spot, but I was appreciative of his honesty. I thanked him by divulging my game plan. This led to more information on what the guys across from him were using a few weeks back.

A while later, it was nearly time for me to return home. The man had made his way downriver a bit. Our conversation subsided as he drifted out of earshot. We parted ways without formally tying things off. This felt a bit wrong, but I wasn’t able to get near his spot from my side of the river and I frankly didn’t have time to cross the bridge to chase him down.

This got me thinking. These conversations establish mini relationships. Not every relationship ends with a solid “goodbye.” For a variety of reasons, we don’t always get the clean ending we may want. You just take what you learned, savor it, and move on. This was just a small example of that.

Though neither of us caught any fish, I was grateful for the chat. I was inspired by what I had learned and decided to return to the same spot the following day. This time, with more a bass-centric mindset.

Based on the man’s advice, I started-in on a patch of brush I had neglected the day prior. A few casts in, I noticed a gold figure pursuing my floating Rapala from a short distance. As I moved the bait along, the pike clamped down on my bait. As I went to set the hook, the fish flashed sideways and, as though it had seen me, decided to simply let the lure go.

The fish, probably around 20 inches in length, settled into a spot near the brush anticipating an opportunity for an ambush. On two more occasions, it followed the imitation minnow all the way to shore before sliding back into its hiding place once again.

While this trip didn’t end up as a success story, it certainly provided some excitement.

After an hour, I grabbed my things and made my way back to the truck. I was intercepted at the bridge by a familiar face.

It was the man from yesterday, in the same red jacket, off to one of his favorite spots he was gracious enough to share with me.

Life lessons from a great blue heron

Nathan’s note: I wrote this story in early August of 2018. Originally, I didn’t have a place to host it. Looking back, it made sense to me to share it with all of you here.

Tonight, I found myself in need of some serious decompression. So I decided to unwind with a trip to one of favorite stretches of river in my hometown.

I had it all planned out. There was no messing around. I packed my best flies, my $30 Fleet Farm fly rod and was going straight to my best spots. It’s been a tough week, but nothing that a couple hours of catching fish wouldn’t cure.

An unexpected line of showers and thunderstorms almost upended my plans. But after a brief drizzle, the rain let up. We dodged the worst of it and I decided to get in my truck and go. I needed this.

As I entered the murky water, I noticed a beautiful great blue heron quietly stalking a small island near the opposite shoreline. She was holed up in a shallow area between the island’s tall grass and the smooth, rocky shoreline that was worn away from years of punishment from the Sheboygan River. I figured if she wasn’t going to let a little rain ruin her fishing, I shouldn’t either.

My presence drew her attention, she calmly yet confidently held her ground as I slowly walked up river toward a few of my proven hot spots. To be honest, once I started fishing, I forgot about the bird. The spot she staked out never really produced fish for me in the past and wasn’t impeding on my plans for the evening. No sense causing trouble where there isn’t any.

But as my honey holes failed to yield results, my mind began to wander and I glanced to my left. There she was, in the same spot,  gobbling down a fish. She gave one big head shake to force her catch down her lengthy gullet.

I eyed her up for the next few minutes as she advanced from pocket to pocket of slack water, taking lengthy strides as she navigated the rocky bottom more gracefully than my chubby frame could ever dream of. Her motions went undetected by the smallmouth bass and chubs she pulled from the pools, seemingly at will.

Then the thought occurred to me. I fish for fun. She fishes to live. Perhaps I should be paying attention.

She eventually had her fill and vacated the island buffet. I slowly made my way over to the spot to see if the old girl was kind enough to leave any fish for me.

My first cast yielded an aggressive bite, but the fish didn’t stick. My next float saw the water explode around my fly, a black nymph, one of my favorites. I set the hook and was locked in battle with an acrobatic smallie. Without saying a word, the heron had put me on fish in a matter of minutes.

Herein lies the first lesson: Every person (or for that matter, living thing) you’ll ever encounter possesses a skill that keeps them alive, whether it be physically, mentally or spiritually. It’s to our advantage to identify that skill as quickly as possible so we can learn from it.

As my wrestling match with the fish continued to play out over the five yards of line I had remaining, I looked up and noticed I had company. It was the heron, who heard the commotion and quickly made her way back up river. She stood a comfortable distance away and observed the bout as it came to a conclusion.

Shortly after I released the fish, I realized the bird had taken up a perch on a nearby rock, no more than 30 feet away. She continued observing my every move. Over the next half hour, she watched me pull out a few more fish, carefully scrutinizing every detail.

I almost chuckled at her attentiveness. Not even an hour ago, this bird nearly cleaned out the spot I was currently standing in. Clearly, there was nothing I was going to teach her about the art of fishing. Yet there she sat, ever curious as she humbled herself to the role of student. Which leads me to the second lesson: Don’t let past success keep you from trying to learn. You never know when you’ll pick up something new, so don’t deny yourself the opportunity.

As dusk set in, the wise old gal got back to business. Each of us continued to catch fish until we went our separate ways.

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