Memorable stuff happens, but when it happens outdoors the intensity level is turned up to 11.
One of the more bizarre events happened to my bro in law and I on Dogtooth Lake in NW Ontario. We were night trolling for trophy walleyes on a big mile long lake basin we call the Milk Run. It was about 1:00am and the night was crystal clear and there was a full moon you could read by. We were finishing up and the big cisco bait balls the walleyes were chasing had dispersed to chase whatever prey they go for. When we stopped to reel everything up it was dead quiet. A really nice summer night on a Canadian lake is like breathing air that was just invented. Anyways, all of the sudden big grasshoppers started dropping out of the sky and before you know it big yellow grasshoppers were raining g down all over the place. First thing did was grab topwaters and start casting. Strangest thing, not a swirl did we see. It lasted about five minutes . next morning there was no sign of any grasshoppers anywhere.
I still don’t know how that happened. But it did.
BKB