Birds of a feather

I am sceptical when Mark Froud tells me the best walleye bite is late morning to mid-afternoon, but minutes after balancing my jigging rod over an eight  inch hole, my rod makes a pronounced dip. I stroll over, feel weight and set the hook. With less than five feet of water under the ice, the struggle is brief and a fat, pale green, 19.5-inch walleye is pulled into the harsh light of day.
The walleye here don’t seem to be playing by the rules; it’s high noon, the sun is warm and