My husband, Bill, has been hiding out in the basement a lot lately which is unusual considering football season is over. He’s been preparing for a spring fishing trip to Lake Erie by making dozens of jigs. He has molded them, painted them, glued eyes on them, and tied all that fuzzy stuff on them, too, with patience I never knew he had. I hope the walleye find them as pretty as I do. Although, that’s not how he caught me! ;)
He must be a Walleye fisherman. Never knew someone who made their own jigs. My brother is an insane fisherman, especially for Walleye (Pickerel in Canada) and he is not even that good.
