Disney World of Walleye Fishing

FISHING REPORT MARCH 15th, 2024

 

We were once compared to the “Disney World” of walleye fishing. That’s pretty good company to put yourself in line with when words like nostalgia, entertainment, amazing, iconic, and inspiring are used as descriptive.
– The upcoming Summer 2024 Fishing Season will be here quicker than a cat coming down a greased pole. Sounds like something Anna’s grandfather would say, even though we have never officially met 🙂
– MAY Fishing Specials… Yep, you’ve heard all about them #Iconic. Now, do you remember the deadline? MAY is going to be a banger! Let’s go!
– Ah Ha. The Rainy River is opening up (as we speak) for those of you looking to splash a boat sooner rather than later. Both the Birchdale and Frontier landings are open at the time of this posting. Sounds like there are some greenbacks (walleyes) getting sore necks.
– Thanks Tommy Tutone “for a good time, for a good time call”.
#218.634.1849
Ok everyone set the hook on three.
And don’t forget to check in on the latest with Rusty Flathers: (click here)
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EPISODE 7

Part SEVEN – continued from last week’s episode –

 

This was not the sort of media attention that either of them desired. None of it made sense.

Rusty attempted to relive the scene by putting the pieces of the puzzle together from the time he had left the fish house to take a wiz… To where he had heard the shout of “fish on”.

He had run back to the shack… Witnessed the house dismantled top to bottom… The floor was layered with excessive fish slime… And there in the corner trough laid Lefty Van Clutterbuck.

Ominously, his left arm was now gone. Serrated at the shoulder like someone had whacked a fillet from some tuna.

His face was contorted, jaw busted to the side, and lips pursed like a purana with an overbite… Rusty could not find a pulse on this man, who was piled up like a dead fish on ice.

From a distance Rusty could hear the faint beat of the helicopter. “Sally was enroute. Sally would know what to do. Sally could be trusted.” These thoughts were rapidly firing through his noggin.

Per the latter… Speaking of trust… Rusty’s father (Doobie Flathers) had repeatedly preached two things per chasing women during his pubescent teen years. “Son, you need to tread lightly around women that like cats or Stevie Nicks. If they like both then consider yourself doomed.” Sally had a cat named Cowboy. And one of Sally’s first gifts to Rusty was a playlist with a complete shuffle of Stevie Nicks greatest hits.

Conversely, Rusty had a pet cow named Catboy. And he also fell into a category with 21% of the males in rural America who considered themselves to be Swifties. So there was that…

 

–  To be continued –

FISHING REPORT MARCH 10, 2024

FISHING REPORT MARCH 10, 2024

 

Hello Sportsfans… The winter 2023/2024 season is winding down here at Ballard’s. Fish houses are being towed across the bay and tucked away in storage.

– We have a handful of LOTW’s faithful jigging on the pond today… last day of the season.

– Fishing remained productive to the end. To be quite frank, if you weren’t here, you should have been. BIG FISH were pulled through the ice this week.

– Spring fishing raises the question WWRFD… What Would Rusty Flathers Do?? Rusty would have the boat hooked up and ready to head north as soon as the river opens. Then again, Rusty always has been a sturgeon fishing fanatic.

– The COUNTDOWN to MAY 11 (walleye opener) is ON! Where will the guides flock to on day one? We will have to wait to see…

Thanks for a great WINTER SEASON!
SET THE HOOK!
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TALES OF RUSTY FLATHERS: https://ballardsresort.com/episode-6/

EPISODE 6

– continued from last week’s episode –

They had not spoken in a fortnight. Sally had become temperamental and appeared to be distancing herself from a relationship in which she accused her betrothed fishing partner of spending more time on the lake than with her.

 

Flathers knew in his heart this could not be further from the truth… He would knowingly swim naked along a mud-caked-bottom of a lake, loaded with pinching crayfish, if it meant proving his feelings for Sally. Worse case scenario he might exit the water with an oversized blood sucking leech attached to you-know-what.

Just recently he passed on an offer to go to northern Manitoba for a trout bite, that just happened to coincide with a caribou migration. Instead, he found himself seated alongside a fashion model runway in Gumlog, Georgia (also a known destination in which elephants migrate to die).

Uncomfortably, he watched as buyers and anglers alike ogled and drooled while Sally peacocked the latest in fishing fashion. Was he jealous? Does a walleye hit a gold jig tipped with a shiner minnow! Absolutely!

Like many in the business… Sally was a consummate professional who also thirsted dangerously for bright lights.  This gave way to serious doubt for Flathers as to whom they could honestly trust in the industry.  They lived the fast-paced lifestyle of a Cinderella (Flathers was more so the Cinderella) couple surrounded by masses of media. Sooner or later a fuse was likely to be lit.

“Hello Rusty,” she murmured with a slight hint of drunkenness. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Sally, listen!” he stammered. “I’m out on the lake and something horrendous has happened. I need your help!”

She quickly sobered…

– To be continued –