After a lot of time, gas money, and even heartbreak, I’ve dialed in a consistent late-summer bite on the biggest walleyes of my life. This isn’t luck, and it’s not always easy, but it’s repeatable.
The 8-foot trolling rod bent into a deep curve, telegraphing the presence of a good-sized fish. My buddy Art yanked the outfit from its rod holder and began slowly gathering line on the trolling reel.
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