HUSKY MARIANNE
Professional angling is all about dedication, passion and preparation, so we asked
Wisconsin-based Professional Walleye Angler,
Marianne, about her background, her climb and what had brought her on this journey
As a child I was very determined to do things on my own. At the age of six, living in Charlevoix, Michigan, I was blessed with my first fishing trip on the mighty Lake Michigan with my father and grandfather in his 26 ft Sea Ray.
That day, we were headed out for yellow
perch. Using a simple spinning reel, bobber and a hook tipped with a worm. I remember it as if it were yesterday. Poppy tried to help me put the worm on the hook, however I was determined to do it myself. Once my bobber went down for the first time and I landed my first yellow perch I was ‘hooked’. It was as if fishing was a poison that had entered my blood and filled it with toxin that would never leave my body! In the years following, I would set sail with Poppy to fish Lake Michigan for salmon, perch, lake trout and brown trout. In 1997 I met my first husband who
introduced me to ice fishing, our first trip together on the St. Mary’s River. The River borders the USA and Canada and is well known for walleye, perch, pike, musky, whitefish and salmon. On a Saturday with a short rod of 26” in length, I caught my first
walleye. This was the exact moment in time when my obsession began for walleyes. I became very curious, even obsessed with anything and everything walleye. From 1997 to 1999, my time on the open
water was spent in an 18’ Lund Alaskan boat powered by a Mercury two stroke motor, in 1999 I purchased a larger used Lund powered by Mercury 150 hp motor. This would allow me to extend my fishing area a little further. For the next 10 years, I focused on walleye patterns during all four seasons. I studied barometric pressure and how it affected walleyes during the summer warm water months versus the winter months fishing through the ice. I kept a log book on ice thickness, ice density, pressure, when the bite was best, when the bite was terrible. I also began to compete in some small
bar / tavern tournaments. Most anglers signing up at the local bar and heading out for five or six hours. Each angler would put $10 into a hat and the winner would take all. Soon it was time to take my urge for competitive angling to the next level.
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