Most every day on our travels we cross the St. Croix River. Jim always slows down so I can check for eagles and other things near the water. Friday night I saw one out on the little island in the middle of the river and then on Saturday there was another one in the same place.
When I crossed the river on Saturday I noticed some guys in a canoe, so I pulled over to take their picture.
I asked them if they’d had any luck and the guy said he had one on the line right now, but didn’t know what it was. So as they go under the bridge, he’s reeling in his fish. He gives out a whoop and says it’s a walleye! Cool! I asked him to hold it up so I could take a picture. He was more than happy to oblige.
When I crossed the river on Saturday I noticed some guys in a canoe, so I pulled over to take their picture.
When I crossed the river on Saturday I noticed some guys in a canoe, so I pulled over to take their picture.
I asked them if they’d had any luck and the guy said he had one on the line right now, but didn’t know what it was. So as they go under the bridge, he’s reeling in his fish. He gives out a whoop and says it’s a walleye! Cool!